We stayed right in downtown New London; of course we did. But. We went to the Symphony.
My God was it good. Mistah and I still have violins and violas playing in our heads and in our hearts and on our stereo today. It's like magic, watching all those peeps make the music and make Mozart come alive, a quarter of a millennium later. Happy Birthday, Wolfie! We swoon.
But one tradition we did keep alive. We went to see the Aht on Sunday. And it was brilliant.
|The Kimmie. (Hi Preston!)|
|Venus on a Half Shell|
And all the other pieces. All the artists we don't know? Man, they showed up, too:
And Hygienic XXXIX Winter Arts Festival continues until February 10 . . .
What a town for Aht-Lovahs.