Happy Equinox! After a couple of weeks in London, I thought I might start blogging again, but my blogsite has not been cooperative, so I am trying wordpress.  Lets see how this goes.

Yesterday, I had another theatrical experience at a matinee at Donmar Warehouse.  The play, “Knives in Hens” was a “three hander,” two actors, one actress, ina an intense 90 minute drama.  I was in Row B.  At the Donmar that means I was literally about 3 feet from the stage, level with it.  To my friends, the Krahns, I have to say, walking into “the house” (the theater proper) it smelled like a winter’s afternoon in your parlor.  There was a lovely peat fire burning.  The play was intense!  It was the story of a ploughman, his wife, and a widowed miller.  These three were so good.  I don’t know how they keep up the intensity performance after performance.   I had a pleasant chat with two  young women from Norway who were sitting next to me.  I mentioned my plans to visit Denmark which the Norwegian ladies informed me was much preferred to Sweden.  Before the play, I had lunch at Balan’s Society Café.  Their crispy ginger kale was superb again.

So, since yesterday was about the arts, today was to be about the sporting life.  I took the Tube up to Arsenal Station and went on the “self-tour” of “The Emirates Stadium” where the Arsenal FC play their home fixtures.  Having taken a similar tour last year at the Olympic Stadium, now the home of West Ham, I pretty much new what to expect (sort of like the whisky distillery tours after the first one),  But like the tastings at each distillery,     Each stadium offers its own delights.  Emirates Stadium is another cathedral.  It soars.  The views are fantastic.  The history of the team and its well-deserved reputation are presented well.  I particularly liked the availability of the Arsenal players like Nacho

Monreal.  I passed on the picture with the FA Cup, but couldn’t miss this one.  Even though Nacho is Spanish his last name always reminds me of my friend Yves from Caen, France, who has a brother who lives in Montreal, Canada.  Yves pronounces Montreal the same way Nacho’s surname is pronounced.

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