And in the land of Shakespeare's birth...

I have this thing. Every time I go to Stratford-upon-Avon I spent the whole day comparing it to Stratford. Because it's almost impossible not too. When they designed Stratford, Ontario, it must have been by a person who had visited Stratford-upon-Avon, because they are just too similar. They both host THE Shakespearean festival in each respective country. The river is wide, shallow, and meandering. There's a park all along it which seperates it from the town. The theatres line the river (mostly the biggest theatre), the shops line the main street. Before you get to 'nice' Stratford you pass through 'normal suburban town' Stratford, with hotels, big chain retailers, and ugly buildings. Then you get to nice, small, condensed little town Stratford. That has lots of craft, nic-nac, fudge, sweet and clothing stores.

Also, it was about the same temperature today.

However, Stratford-upon-Avon has one thing going for it.  It's actually Shakespeare's birthplace. Oh, and it has lots and lots of canal boats.

But today I spent five hours walking around every interesting shop (except the Wiccan store, because it was too busy, and the Museum of Witchcraft because...I've had bad experiences with those in the past), eating English chips by the river, and lying in the sun.

Oh, and I got paid to do it. ;)

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That day wherein I suddenly remember the parental's 40th anniversary is in a week and I have a) no card and b) no red gift.

Thankfully, I have no solved that problem, but wow did I nearly fail as a daughter!