As kids we used it all the time. Brought our games and times together to life. Made them fun and interesting. Satisfying even. Pretending was good for us.
Like a couple of Olympic marathon runners, we’re closing in on the end of our lap of the Peleponnes. Energy levels not quite depleted. We’ve cut a few corners here and there. No one’s noticed. Today’s relatively short sunny journey to Corinth, broken with a stage stop – another archeological ancient site – Epidaurus. No need to administer an epidural – just yet.
It’s a huge and well organised ancient site. Focal point the 12,000 seater theatre. The best to be seen. And heard. Acoustics its claim to fame. Every seat in the house capable of hearing every murmur on stage. Dynamically sound proof. Practising perfect physical physics. We assume the stage took centre stage, so to speak. It doesn’t. The ruined rectangular pile of stones was the stage. So why does every guide position themselves in the middle of the circle. Call everybody to complete silence. And clap their hands?
Our way out passes another stage. A furry high jumper perfectly posed. Waiting for a tap turn. Does a different type of lap.
