One of the clarion moments of the past year: at the theatre festival in German Transylvania, the morning performance by the visiting Noh troupe in the courtyard of the most prominent house of the city, now a museum. The light shifted during the performance, I stayed standing in the sunlight. With the first blast of the flute, in perfect synchronicity, the bells of the 18th c. Jesuit church across the way began a long, loud peal before the Mass for the feast of Peter and Paul, and continued through the action.
The situs before this was a bit of a visit to the underworld, geographically in der nahne of Odysseus' journey to the same. A bit outside of the tourist district, in a place which in February is no one's idea of a tourist destination. The plan was the sea, but the place was developed in such a way that I could hardly tell it was nearby.
Then, here, to very modest digs in the capital city of the old republic (and older nation), filled with crowds of hundreds of thousands of shouting people, and as much $6 theatre as I could manage, though given recent events, I only briefly visited the churches. Nonetheless.
Gently down the stream.