Alison Bell, Matthew Whittet, Peter Carroll, Claire Jones in The Book of Everything. Photo Heidrun Lohr.
Well, we’re on. The Book of Everything has opened in the New Victory Theater.
Super response from the audiences and a rave review in yesterday’s New York Post.
‘It’s not quite right to say that “The Book of Everything” is one of the best children’s shows in town.
It’s one of the best shows, period.’ wrote Frank Scheck. He can come again. Continue reading
Hmm...the stage-adapting playwright's name could be a bit bigger on the billboard. That other show at the theatre I just passed looks interesting too. Photo - Mevrouw T.
It all happens this weekend when The Book of Everything opens in the New Victory Theater, 42nd St, New York, New York. Mevrouw T and I arrived in the Big Apple today to attend the premiere.
The New Victory is just around the corner from Times Square, on 42nd Street. It was hopping when we walked past to see how the preparations were going. Continue reading
The day on a Dutch barge begins early.
Holland is mainly made out of water and cycle paths, so a barge and bike tour is an excellent introduction to life below sea level. The Utracks organisation has organised the Tulip Tour experience for us. Continue reading
This is not our boat.
The next few days are going to be very, very, Dutch.
I’m joining a Utracks Tulip Tour, a four-day jaunt from Amsterdam, travelling along the canals on a little barge with a row of bikes up on the deck.
Filed under Cycling, Holland
A very Dutch churchyard, modest, orderly and quiet.
This week we paid a visit to Mevrouw T’s grandparents, who for over forty years have been lying side by side in a churchyard in the northern village of Roswinkel.
The Dutch Reformed church at Roswinkel, 1759.
Everyone loves a good cemetery, and the example in this unprepossessing Dutch village of less than 1000 residents kept us happy for quite some time.
The graveyard stands a little way apart from the simple church, surrounded by a hedge and lined by oak trees, still leafless in the early spring, their twisted branches silhouetted against the leaden sky.
As far as we know, nobody famous has ever been buried in Roswinkel; the same names crop up over and over on the headstones – Kuipers, Luttjemans, Boesink, Santing and Pagters. The Christian names recur too – Jantien, Hendrik, Hans, Albert, Grietje. Continue reading
The old men who lived here in Frans Hals's time wouldn't have eaten like this.
I’m a big fan of the Haarlem School of still life painting, as exemplified by Willem Claesz Heda and Pieter Claesz. Their work is on show in Amsterdam’s Rijksmuseum, but also in the lovely town of Haarlem, in the Frans Hals Museum.
I’ll write more about Haarlem and Frans Hals in future posts, but this spring there are other still life attractions in the museum, thanks to some nice work by stylist Ruud van der Neut, and the floral arrangers of the Friends of the Frans Hals Museum. All are to be congratulated. Continue reading