Always a treat

to go and see a play in the making, especially if it is from a friend from way back (and even more so if you can help a little bit...)
But, remember, whatever happens, we will always have Paris...

And immediately afterwards I jumped into the car and drove the 40 km (I know what was I thinking, imagine me, finding myself 40 km from Ljubljana) to the opening night (of another performance I had the pleasure of seeing in the making):