Yes, Ontario has its own Stratford on Avon, complete with a Festival Theatre featuring Shakespearean works. I’ve been coming here to see plays since 1967, so it holds a special place in my heart.
Along the Avon River, in the theatre district, is parkland. Quaint bridges link small islands, and allow tourists to stroll or picnic beneath the beautiful trees.
Part of the romance of Stratford is its resident swans. I spotted pairs swimming, nest building, and even one female sitting on the nest while her mate stood watch. The groundskeepers had fenced off this area to protect the couple so I didn’t disturb them with my camera.
There is something so dreamy about the swans. Perhaps it is this magical place, where other worlds come alive. Maybe it is the softness of the day – mid May.
Most likely, it is 9-year-old me, recalling “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” – the first performance I attended here. Such good memories.