We’ve done this a couple of times, now.
There’s an estate in Putnam County, NY, overlooking the Hudson, which has been turned into an historic landmark. Boscobel. Lovely grounds, beautiful view.
And every summer, they mount productions of two Shakespeare plays, and present them under a tent, with bleacher-style seating.
Never a disappointment, always fun and entertaining.
Always hotter than Aitch-EE-Double Toothpicks, too, but somehow, when the play begins, I don’t notice the heat and the closeness and the heavy air. Time flies, and nothing exists except Shakespeare.
Ah. All’s Well That Ends Well tomorrow. I can’t wait.