Finally some time to write a few lines of our adventure around the peninsula.

We are already at day 4 and have been re-doing our death now for the 6th time, of course arriving at the same conclusion each time. We did it once and got the idea, but now are obviously doing it so all the young adolecents, as Prospero would call them, can understand too.

Up to now, the audience has been as awaited, which means quite noisy at times, especially when we kick into our second part of the show: the tragedy. As usual, kids don't want life to be a tragedy preferring when Romeo jumps among them calling for Juliet on the balcony, or myself imitating that good woman of the nurse.

But in a way or the other, they are all jumping in their seats, either for exitment or for impatience: I think they really like it in the end!

My italian is jumpy at times (just paranoia after my Italian lessons with Enrico Petronio), but up to now, all the kids think I was an exceptionally good student in foreing languages at high school...

workshops are great fun, and we had even a bunch of groupies giving us a tour around the city. They were made up of the Italian school teacher (a wonderful old lady who even showed us where the local cobbler was for my stinky doc martens boots) and two of her class who were happy to sip a coffee and hear me going on about what I think of love. And you all know that for such a tender thing, it's just too great an oppression.

But of course Romeo would constantly change his mind on which young maid he liked best asking me for advice... Juliet was busy taking photos of the balconies around the piazza.

Here are some photos I took with Ali the Light-Man's camera at a pizzeria. Great stuff. Yes, definitely it was a good thing that mr. Polo went to the east bringing all that know how on how to make pasta, I should insert that when I talk about people not riding about in horses anymore.

The show this morning (Thursday) was strange and we were all a bit tired... So for tonight's show with the adults and all the important people we will have a good sip of coffee!

But, being tired, I need a nap, so....

Good Night, I'll to my truckle bed,
For this field bed is too cold to sleep in!