Today, on April 23, 1616, William Shakespeare died in Stratford-upon-Avon. I mentioned a few days ago that we ditched the weekend jaunt to England, because Hamlet's sold out. (Bah.)
It's sad, because shockingly enough, for a hamlet (/pun intended) of a mere 23,000, there's a lot to do! The obvious choices are Shakespeare's birthplace and Anne Hathaway's cottage. But, there's also just the walking around their pedestrian mall, with lovely cornish pasties and the even better candy shop, and the cheesy tourist shops. There's taking a walk along the River Avon, and seeing Holy Trinity Church where Shakespeare was baptized. And, let's not forget the Royal Shakespeare Company.
There's also this thing called the Shakesperience, but I might fear that more than the price of airfare.
This magnet is one of my metallics, a collage of the town - bought this at one of those ubercheesy tourist joints. Kinda creepy that Will's eyes don't show up so clearly, huh.
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