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    November 30. Susan, Christine and I saw two of three new Italian plays at the Cherry Lane theatre. I actually thought I had booked the third offer which was a Pirandello revival but we were all glad that we did not miss “The Journey I Never made” and “Story of Love and Soccer”. Both excellently translated and powerfully acted. The first is a thought provoking and somewhat unsettling portrayal of the current social turmoil and the second is modern thriller about corrupt sport and the triumph of evil over good. We were able to chat with one of the actors about the plays after the show. Before the show we ate lobster and oysters at the  “Fish” restaurant which was only two blocks from the theatre!

     

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Not-so-White Cliffs of Dover and Ramsgate

While Christine was chatting with Tony at the birthday lunch, she mentioned that she had never seen the White Cliffs of Dover, or, Canterbury cathedral. Tony told her “I live there! Why don’t you come and visit us?”. We, of course, jumped at his kind offer and took a train out of St. Pancras Station to West Folkston on the south coast where Tony picked us up and drove us to his state -of-the-art home in Hythe. Tony is my cousin and his father, my uncle, was famous among we kids for his imitations of Charlie Chaplin at the family parties–he narrowly survived WWII.

Hosts, Tony and Jo were generous to the nth degree–They gave us a tour of southern Kent which included a visit to Ramsgate, a seaside town, nostalgic to me, as I mentioned in the prior post, because that was where I spent many happy holidays with my parents and, sometimes, cousins.

Christine gets her wish . . .

 

The Cliffs are best seen from the sea, of course. The headland corner seen here look a bit grubby . . . Interestingly, from this point, both Tony’s and my cell-phones began to act up. Only 21 miles away, the French telecoms emissions began to interfere–we both got messages which said: “Welcome to France”!

 

Tony, Jo and Christine toiled down one of the paths to get a closer look . . .

 

Memorials to the adventurous ones who got too near the edge . . .

 

toiling back up

 

Resting after the climb . . .

 

Jo sat nearby . . .

RAMSGATE- Memories of my childhood:  

Ramsgate beach–that paradise of sand-castles and little crabs skittering under the seaweed at low tide!

 

The old pier from which one could take 10 shilling day trips to France has gone–burnt down many years ago, I believe. And, with it, went the coconut shies , the pin-ball machines, the goldfish in bowls and everything that excited a little boy’s imagination! But, the Bed and breakfast places on the hill, where we stayed a lifetime ago, are still there, overlooking the harbour which used to be home to shoals of mullet which defied all attempts catch them . . .

 

. . . but, the High Street is much the same . . .

 

. . . . .

 

. . . and, thank heaven, so is the cockles and jellied-eels emporium!

 

End of this post – Canterbury cathedral visit will be the subject of the next post.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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3 Responses

  1. I always feel as if I’ve been on vacation after viewing your pictures!
    Glad you had a successful holiday.

  2. Thanks for sharing… lucky Christine…happy for you both.

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