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alt_lanaIf you're here by half-four, we'll have loads of time to dress and do ourselves up. Madam Chalfont has promised to arrive by five with her helpers. She's done something different with my hair each night this week--it's really amazing how much volume she can create and what fine details. And there are so many beautiful styles from the period to choose from!
It's been an awesome week, too. So much fun to see it all with Ned. And to see him in doublet and hose. Well.
We started at the bear-baiting arena yesterday and then went on to the New Paris Gardens, but that was a bit much with all the brothel bait. There was a play in the forecourt of one of the ale-houses, the Three Mackerels, so we watched Hansel and Gretel help the forest sprite foil their father's plan to clear all the trees and make a bowling green for his new wife. Everyone cheered when the evil stepmother got pushed in the oven. It was really well done by the children and staff of the Richmond village school.
And it made me think, Vani: you'd be so good, teaching in a primary. I really hope you're still considering it.
Anyway, we had supper last night at this gorgeous Moorish restaurant at the edge of the Protector's Square called Sala de los Abencerrajes. The hangings of the pavilion depicted Boabdil's infamous banquet. So beautiful and so tragic! The food was as ravishing as the setting, and I hear that the chef is gathering financing to open a restaurant. I've told Papa he should absolutely see it done.
I've worked two nights and one day shift in the Faire, and what a different view of things that gives one! We've caught seventeen pickpockets--only two of them clever enough to claim they were hired to act the part by the Faire's organising committee. The committee have, admittedly, taken verisimilitude to a high level for this event, but they did draw the line at hiring actual thieves and ruffians.
My most interesting assignment was to have an appointment at Mr Maule's Sironaean Emporium. I spent all of Thursday being pampered and evaluated for the advanced range of their services--imagine having that count as work! You'll be amused to know they did not recommend that I try their reducing programme.
Oh, Sarah. Criada's just come up to say that your robes have been delivered. I've got Vani's, too, so everything's ready whenever you arrive.
There's loads more to tell you both, but I can do that this evening, can't I?
It's been an awesome week, too. So much fun to see it all with Ned. And to see him in doublet and hose. Well.
We started at the bear-baiting arena yesterday and then went on to the New Paris Gardens, but that was a bit much with all the brothel bait. There was a play in the forecourt of one of the ale-houses, the Three Mackerels, so we watched Hansel and Gretel help the forest sprite foil their father's plan to clear all the trees and make a bowling green for his new wife. Everyone cheered when the evil stepmother got pushed in the oven. It was really well done by the children and staff of the Richmond village school.
And it made me think, Vani: you'd be so good, teaching in a primary. I really hope you're still considering it.
Anyway, we had supper last night at this gorgeous Moorish restaurant at the edge of the Protector's Square called Sala de los Abencerrajes. The hangings of the pavilion depicted Boabdil's infamous banquet. So beautiful and so tragic! The food was as ravishing as the setting, and I hear that the chef is gathering financing to open a restaurant. I've told Papa he should absolutely see it done.
I've worked two nights and one day shift in the Faire, and what a different view of things that gives one! We've caught seventeen pickpockets--only two of them clever enough to claim they were hired to act the part by the Faire's organising committee. The committee have, admittedly, taken verisimilitude to a high level for this event, but they did draw the line at hiring actual thieves and ruffians.
My most interesting assignment was to have an appointment at Mr Maule's Sironaean Emporium. I spent all of Thursday being pampered and evaluated for the advanced range of their services--imagine having that count as work! You'll be amused to know they did not recommend that I try their reducing programme.
Oh, Sarah. Criada's just come up to say that your robes have been delivered. I've got Vani's, too, so everything's ready whenever you arrive.
There's loads more to tell you both, but I can do that this evening, can't I?
