Here are some of the bits of paper that fell on us at the end of As You Like It. As I said in my "review", pity the cleaning staff.
I'm home now with shards of memory shored against my ruins. London is such a beautiful city. Driving (in our coach) back across the bridge at night from the National Theatre to our hotel, with the lights shining on theThames and The Eye looking over us all, I was just so happy to be there.
And it was a great pleasure to be with like-minded people who love theatre and ideas and to talk. In other centuries very few people travelled beyond an 8-mile radius of the place where they were born. How astonishing it is for us in this day and age to be able to meet and meld with others from distant shores. As fossil fuels disappear, this might not continue to happen. We are blessed.
I hope we are blessed. I hope we are grateful.
Tomorrow I'll get back to Ursula LeGuin....