Shakespeare and the Golden Arches

Took a tour of Stratford-upon-Avon yesterday afternoon. Got to see Shakespeare's grave and, incidentally, his birth place (though it wasn't on the tour, our group stumbled upon it by accident). We stopped for a bonafide American meal at some place called McDonald's, where if you order chicken strips you don't get anything as mundane as honey mustard, but sour cream with chives. Last night we saw The Winter's Tale at the Royal Shakespeare Company theatre, which was good but had me scratching my head in a few scenes. I'm thinking dancing sheep with wooden erections weren't in Shakespeare's original manuscript, but hey. It was entertaining enough. I'm particularly fond of the giant bear made out of paper. I was wondering how they were going to pull that off. I've slept well the last few nights and made the adjustment to local time relatively quickly. Punting's on the schedule for today -- something about drinking champagne and eating strawberries on a boat. Sounds very...British. Pictures coming soon.