Stratford-Upon-Avon

After yesterday’s little mishap, I had to rally a good courage to get back behind the wheel, but in the words of king Henry V: “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more!” We made it into Stratford-Upon-Avon, which for two English teachers and Graduate students is a bit like a pilgrimage. I had been there twice before, but going back with my mother who is the utmost of Shakespearean scholars and the teacher of all teachers was pure magic.

Some pictures from Stratford:

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So many names around the town are little winks to Shakespeare’s works and characters.

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Here is the Holy Trinity Church where he is buried:

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I cant help but think that when he was alive and writing he never could have imagined that tourists from around the world would flock to his hometown, and the street names and shops would be sprinkled with his character’s names, or that his face would be an image recognizable world wide, or that his name would be come synonymous with literary brilliance. Or that his birthday would one day be celebrated in an American classroom in 2014 with this edible portrait of his face made by a frazzled and artistically deficient English teacher:

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He simply did the best with what he had.

 

 

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