If Niagara-on-the-Lake had a funeral home, it would be called: Death...and Things.
The good people of this picturesque town on the shores of Lake Ontario appear to have a greater than average need to be surrounded by beauty. You can't swing a cat without finding yet another inn, tea room, haberdashery, gelato emporium or year-round Christmas store. Even ye olde public washrooms are located in a building meant to replicate a heritage site.
I saw Saint Joan at the Shaw Festival yesterday. There's nothing like spending the afternoon listening to the heady words of George Bernard Shaw to make you feel like a total hack.
The first act -- which set the political stage -- was slightly dreary, but the second act was electric. Tara Rosling was a terrific Joan.
The place was lousy with "yke-days", as LR says in her fluent pig-Latin.
Woman who love woman go crazy for Joan of Arc -- maybe because they like the idea of a strong woman doing a job reserved largely for men, or quite possibly because they're looking to her for fashion tips. Well, she does cut a rather striking figure as a soldier.
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