My friend Irene made sure we had two floor tickets to Shakespeare’s The Comedy of Errors tonight at the Globe. It’s difficult for me to explain how amazing this experience was for me.
I’m normally against such “art worship,” but this is one of the few places on earth where the words come to life. Where the snobbery of the theater world is stripped clean by the masses teaming in the front, away from the seats. Where the in-jokes are for the commoners and the art is for everyone.
I have a deep love of Shakespeare. He was one of the first who taught me to love telling stories. To say I was humbled and awed would be an understatement. But those are the words I have.
“I thought it would be larger,” Irene said. I agreed. Then I realized it was perfect. (Also, we noticed that if it rained the show could go on because everything – except the floor seats – was covered.)
Of course I made Irene take a picture of me just seconds after we walked into The Globe.
I had to get a shot of the stage. And I happened to catch an unwitting participant in the crowd.
