As i've mentioned numerous times in past posts, often when I taken a photo I see in it something totally different than the actual context of the photo. This was particularly true of one sequence of shots. My imagination teleported me to the Globe Theatre for a production of Romeo and Juliet.
But it was Act 3, scene 1 that played in my head. Specifically, when Romeo entered after a street battle where Tybalt had mortally wounded Mercutio and Romeo tried to comfort his friend.
Mercutio: I am hurt. A plague o’ both houses! I am sped. Is he gone and hath nothing?
While I saw saw some great wrestling, and some bloody noses, the quick trip that I take London every time I see the special photo is priceless.
Until next time, be safe, be kind and "wherefore art thou Romeo"?
