When art and music and architecture become as one
I am on vacation in a very comfortable city. One where parking may say 2 hours max, but the time lasts for a whole afternoon. A city where your coffee and bakeapples over ice cream are served in plain view of the tug boats in the harbour.
A moment here to mention that this harbour is small, compared to Halifax or Quebec or even Charlottetown.
But back to our day in the downtown area. There’s something about a place where art and music are reflected in the architecture – or is it the other way around?
I particularly enjoyed my brief visit to O’Brien’s Music store; a lot of interesting people and a feeling that here, I might learn a tune or two. No, I didn’t buy a bodran (the kids can rest easy), nor a low whistle, but time is on my side.
There’s a regional fascination with puffins (Fratercula arctica). They’ve declared them the emotional equivalent of a bald eagle. There are shirts and stuffed toys and posters and paintings and probably a few other things I haven’t discovered.
Tonight, in a true act of friendship (love, dare I say), I agreed to set aside my longstanding aversion to the cult of the multiplex. After 90 minutes in line (with an ebook), I sat back for 30 minutes of commercials followed by the 130 minutes of HP7B (Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part Two). The theatre was half full (empty) despite waiting until the last screening of the day.
Something like sitting through a German opera… I’d tell you the conclusion, but I have no idea what it was. Maybe I should have read the book.
