This week would be quite a revelation in my Sydney story so far. As much as I have packed into my time here, there's still lots I want to do - and last Monday I finally got to tick another activity off of my list. At least temporarily anyway.
Craig and I met after I finished work down at East Circular Quay and wandered up to the Sydney Opera House for we had gotten ourselves some cheap under 27 tickets (Shhhhh), to a play by a little known playwrite - William Shakespeare. The Scottish Play or Macbeth as it's also known was the title.
The performance was given it's tilt with costumes alligning to more modern day attire - at least out on the frontlines, with most of the cast members looking like they'd stepped out of a modern day war film. The dramatics were of a very high quality, although I must admit it was a little unusual to hear the occasional Australian accent in with the majority English accented cast.
Although very tired from the weekend goneby, I managed to enjoy the play and left mostly satisfied that I'd fulfilled my Opera House want. Except I really won't, until I see; or more importantly, hear something there...
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