The serene,
and the strange
Despite the intensely creepy wax figures, the people dressed up in medieval costume who I kept getting confused with the wax figures, and the slightly questionable dioramas, the castle was well worth it. Walking around the turrets and castle walls, with the English countryside on one side and the typical English village justified the price of admission.
Next stop, Stratford (the real one, not the one in Ontario).
Shakespeare's birthplace and childhood house
Stratford is essentially Shakespeare world. The streets were lined with B+Bs not-so-cleverly named after characters or places from some of more famous plays, and around each corner, you can find a building boasting some distant connection to the literary master. I mean, who wouldn't want to visit Shakespeare's granddaughter's first husband's house (Nash House)? Though the town was saturated with literary references and grasped onto any and all Shakespearean connections, it was a nice place to stroll the streets and a good way to wind down the day. Though the main areas were the definition of touristy, I can now say that I have seen the very house where Shakespeare was conceived and later birthed. Now that's something to boast about.
Highlight of the trip: Enjoying English pastries in both Warwick and Stratford. Nothing beats a strawberry tart with fresh cream.
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