Stories from the Aisle and the Alleyway
Caught in sudden rain, we lingered in the lobby where a volunteer quietly played show tunes. Strangers hummed, umbrellas dripped, and the understudy later delivered a fearless finale that felt tailored to our soggy, thrilled assembly.
Stories from the Aisle and the Alleyway
We strayed from the guide’s lantern and discovered an ivy-wrapped courtyard bearing plaques to vanished playhouses. Returning breathless, we shared the find; afterward, the group voted for a detour, and history felt wonderfully, democratically alive.
Stories from the Aisle and the Alleyway
An usher once whispered, “Sit balcony left for the city view at intermission.” Years later, we still hunt that angle, comparing skylines and trading stories with fellow balcony dreamers between acts and applause.