Despite the fact that Michael woke with a seriously nasty head cold on Sunday morning, we powered on because we had a date at the new Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre. In fact, when we bought our tickets to Henry V months before departure, it was the first concrete plan we made for our vacation. Henry V is my favorite of the history plays, and about a month before our trip Michael humored me by watching the very fine Kenneth Branagh film adaptation.
We opted for front row seats on the upper tier. Certainly a more authentic experience might have been the groundling tickets, but we are definitely of an age where standing for hours on end in the sun or rain no longer holds appeal. So armed with tissues and cough drops, we climbed to the upper deck to await the play.
|Not my photo - from the Globe’s website.|
Even if Henry V hadn’t been my favorite history play, we would have been intrigued with the staging, with many of the lead roles having gender reversal. Sarah Amankwah, the woman who played Henry, was absolutely captivating and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised for her to become a household name in the future.
Other than a very annoying seat mate who apparently felt the need to mansplain the entire play to his companion, we loved the experience. We enjoyed a lemonade during the intermission and dove right back in. Unfortunately for the groundlings, that’s when the weather turned cold and rainy, so we were quite thankful for our covered seats - not to mention happy that we rented the cushions for our derrieres.
After the show, I had the marvelous good fortune of meeting up with an old friend from college. Marci is an architect who’s been living in London for well over a decade. She met us outside the theatre and we walked down to the Tate Modern together after lots of hugs and squealing.
|Michael’s photo of a light installation reflected in the window|
|Shoreditch pedestrian area|
|Two college chums, reunited|