Camelot

This morning, was Grandma's early morning Rotary meeting and Grampa stayed home to babysit. Then Grandma had to run to the doctor's office to hear about the results of a test which made us miss having a nice lunch in the quaint town of Stratford, the home of Ontario's Shakespearean Festival. We spent our car time productively by having Kevin read some books to us! Grampa took a strange route to get there, arriving just 10 minutes before show time!

I was looking forward to Camelot, as I LOVED Camelot in by-gone days, but I had forgotten the basic plot which is not one for little kids! It is a clusterfuck (I also love that new word to my vocabulary!)! However, kids only absorb what they can understand, and the sins of the story flew over Kevin's head. Thank goodness! The music is so great that who cannot love it?

At intermission, we had drinks on the terrace. Buglers come out when it is time to return for the second half of the performance. Kevin was able to see them up close!

It was a very long, though excellent, performance. Kevin's attention never waned, unlike his grandparents who both caught a couple of winks! As soon as it was over, Kevin asked if we could see it again!

We went to The Church, a fabulous restaurant, for dinner. Kevin was intrigued by eating in a church. We ordered frites on the appetizer menu for Kevin while we had vichyssoise. I ordered a Cornish hen dinner, expecting plenty of meat to share with the boy. Instead of a full hen, I received a portion of the tiny hen. ha! We still had plenty to eat.

The boy was in need of exercise as we left the restaurant and found a way to let off some steam by rolling down the hill in front of The Church.