Usually, after seeing a piece of world-class theatre, the audience walks out into the chaos of a big city – into Times Square or downtown Toronto or London. But this past weekend, I saw some of the best theatre in the world and then strolled into a scene of pastoral bliss: swans floating on a river overhung with willow trees. I breathed in sweet country air – until getting a whiff of pig manure. Thus, the joys of Stratford, Ontario.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in