Interesting, the actors at the large state theatres appear to be holding up their passports (or a similarly colored leather portfolio, roughly of passport size) during the curtain calls. (Not universally of this country, interestingly.)
Scottish play tonight. The Balkans serve as a rather effective proxy for early modern Scotland. Absolutely exhausted from watching it.
Innards roiling a bit, so I stood off in standing room. There was actually an option at the last itinerary planning point to rent a studio in a five-star resort for basically the same money, but it was all bed and couches and no desk/table. Frankly, the mens sana and corpore sano could stand a bit of ease given the long peregrination.