Walked in for a last afternoon in the city. A piece by one of the national playwrights of the early 20th c. at the drama theatre was sold out in the balcony, but I managed to get to Traviata at the national theatre in time, $3 standing room. Violetta extraordinary, some moments of the singing were the equal of any house I've been to. With the walking around and picking up sundries for the journey, didn't accomplish the central intention of the walk in (an hour or so over a proper coffee). Will have to come back for that, I suppose.
This perpetual peregrination can be wearying. The plan for this leg of the journey was a month of excellent theatre with $5 tickets, and then a fortnight of desk and writing focus. Some complications -- social unrest cancelled about a third of the shows, slight injury meant that I had to stop the AM runs, but basically a good visit. Now to see if I can maintain the work while shifting places, TARDIS-like.