Yesterday concluded with me magically spraining my ankle, so I didn’t get around to updating the blog till now, but more on that later.
Aside from my Royal Court tickets, I also purchased advanced tickets to The Merry Wives of Windsor at the Globe. The show was at 2pm, but I planned on taking a tour of the Globe and checking out their exhibition, so that was my first stop of the day.
The Globe is located on the River Thames, where there happened to be an end-of-summer festival going on. There were all sorts of street performers and activities happening as you walked around, such as this odd fellow.
The Globe theatre.
Pictures from the exhibition…. Costume displays:
Printing press display:
While this bear is not a prop from The Winter’s Tale, the first thing I thought of when I saw it was — Exit, pursued by a bear. Instead I believe the bear was donated to the Globe and used to represent the bear baiting that also occurred in the Globe and theatres at the time.
Here are some of the musicians from The Merry Wives of Winsor practicing before the show. Our tour guide was quite miffed that they kept interrupting his lecture. He made lots of snide comments about them.
Also, this is the closest replication of the Globe that researchers have been able to come up with thus far. The painting and decorations are guesses, since we don’t have any paintings or descriptions to use as reference.
Three tiers of seating, with the groundlings or poor standing on the ground level for performances.
After the tour I grabbed lunch in the cafe and waiting for the performance to begin. I bought groundling tickets because they were cheap and I’ve been told it’s the best way to experience the show.
The groundling view.
I have to say that while I agree the show was much more interactive as a groundling, my feet and back hurt tremendously after standing on concrete for three hours. Oh! I made a friend. I ended up standing with a girl, probably around my age, who was in London on business from Chicago. We talked for a while before the show and then during intermission. I didn’t get her name or any contact info though, she was meeting a client for a business dinner that evening and leaving the next day. C’est la vie.
The Millennium Bridge and St. Paul’s.
I had planned on going to the Tate Modern after the show, but it was nearly 5pm when it finished and I had missed the last guided tour of the day, so I wandered around the festival.
I finally found a telephone booth that wasn’t on a crazy busy street to take a picture with!
I wandered around the river area for a while, not entirely sure where I was going, but I figured I’d run into a tube station sooner or later. Once I did find a tube station I decided to go to Piccadilly Circus to pick up A’s face wash, some scarves, and dinner.
While I know that the Brit’s mean circus as a circle, Piccadilly Circus was a true circus! Ugh. So many people. It was very Times Square-ish.
Then, somehow as I was walking around I managed to sprain my ankle. I have no idea what happened. I was walking on a flat surface. I didn’t trip over anything. I was wearing the safest possible shoes — flat mary-jane’s and all of a sudden I did this wobble thing and my ankle was in serious pain.
I had intended on searching out platform 9 3/4 after my Piccadilly stop, but the ankle issue put me into a rather fowl mood. I grabbed my dinner and went back to the dorm and called it a night.