This past weekend, I flew up to DC for Tom’s and Joe’s wedding, and to visit again with my friend Terry, who lives in the delightful suburb of Takoma Park.
Terry treated me to a wonderful local performance of Peter Schaffer’s play Amadeus. The production took place on probably the most lavish theatre set I have ever seen anywhere, and the play is quite different from the 1984 movie version. (Curious to compare the two, the evening after we saw the play, we re-watched the DVD version of the movie. The movie includes far more of Mozart’s glorious music, but far less of the dialogue Shaffer devotes to to the character of Salieri, the narrator of the 1979 play.)
Our day trip out of the DC area this time was to the Eastern Shore of Maryland, and on over into Delaware so I could get a gander at Rehoboth Beach, an urban weekend retreat (and retirement destination) for many DC-area lesbians and gay men.
Rehoboth was pleasant to explore, but the high point of our overnight excursion was spending a little time in the tiny hamlet of Oxford on the way back to DC. By U.S. standards, this is an ancient town with dozens of adorable cottage-style homes and equally adorable cottage-style gardens, many of them overlooking the water. Oxford also has a still-functioning tavern (established circa 1700) overlooking the landing of “the oldest continuously operated ferry in the United States” (capacity: nine automobiles and six bicycles).
Back in DC after the day trip, it was also pleasant to stroll around the Library of Congress again, gaping reverently at the exhibit of Thomas Jefferson’s reconstituted library and marveling at the library’s plethora of High Victorian internal and external adornments, such as Roland Hinton Perry’s Neptune fountain.