Midnight matinee at the Globe, and a night time tour of London

On Midsummer Night, 21 June, I went to the midnight matinee at the Globe to see The Taming of the Shrew. You can read my review here. Personally I think it would have made more sense to have put on A Midsummer Night’s Dream at this time, but never mind.

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The Taming of the Shrew at the Globe

After leaving the theatre at quarter to three in the morning, I walked along the South Bank towards the National Theatre. It was fairly peaceful but I was still surprised at the sheer number of people around: workmen, security guards, people drinking, people eating takeaway, talking, sitting by the river… it was busier than many places in the North East are in the middle of the day.

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London in the early hours

Next to Blackfriars Bridge are the remains of a railway bridge built by the London, Chatham and Dover Railway in the 19th Century. Having the columns standing there is really spooky – I can almost see the bridge on top of it, teeming with the ghosts of ages past.

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Pillars of the bridge

I had planned to stay out all night: I had the romantic idea that I would watch the sun rise standing on Westminster Bridge. However, this being London in July, it rained. Of course it did. I glowered under a bus shelter and watched as grey clouds slowly replaced the clear inky sky.

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London Eye

It was so late by then that I thought I might as well head into central London and catch the first tube. I walked through St James’s Park, which was beautiful and calm, despite the rain. The birds were taking advantage of the quiet.

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Stork in St James’s Park

I walked through Piccadilly Circus, up Regent Street and towards Oxford Circus where a variety of people were milling around: evening revellers trying to get home, and early risers on their way to work. Considering I hadn’t had a drink, I was surprisingly awake. I caught the first westbound Central Line train from Oxford Circus, which arrived at about five to six, and was back in Ealing and in bed before seven.

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