Stratford welcomed us last evening around sundown. I can't say we saved "best 'til last" because we have seen so many incredible things; however, this is close to the top. The village is larger than I imagined. One could take dozens of photos and still not capture it.
Our hotel is in the heart of the city. It is named after it's famous son, Shakespeare. The narrow hallways creek and the staircases rumble, but who wouldn't at this age. The entrance plaque records its birth to be in the early 1700's. Now that is old by anyone's standard.
Howard and I were late for church this morning. (Please don't tell anyone at TPCC.) We went to where the service was starting at 10:30, but there was no one there. It was an Evangelical group meeting in the local Civic Center. It must have disbanded. We went a couple of steps south to a Reformed Church only to discover it was well into the service. We sat in the back. The locals were delighted to have visitors.
We had an opportunity to hear more about Stratford and "how it used to be". I guess it was a quiet little hamlet with markets and a few clothing stores. Tourism is England's #1 industry, so no one was complaining....just letting us know they were here long before anyone else. One lady said most of the congregation were formally Scots.
Howard is taking a nap. When I get through, we are going for tea & scones. We thought we would give this addiction up, but it is proving harder than we thought. It could become a "tradition" that we take back with us.
Elvis continues to dominate the T.V. and some of the newspapers. We watched a competition on the "telly" last night to see who was winning the Elvis contest. A look-a-like from the U.S. is one of the top winners so far. Next week will be the final choice. Amazing!
Blessings to all,
Martha
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