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... Duthie refined this theory, suggesting that A Shrew was a reported text of an early draft of The Shrew. In his 1998 edition of A Shrew for the New Cambridge Shakespeare: The Early Quartos series, Stephen Roy Miller suggested A Shrew was an adaptation of The Shrew written by someone other than Shakespeare. Critics remain divided on this issue.
First recorded performance: according to Philip Henslowe's diary, a play called The Tamynge of A ...
... just tourists but the locals as well. We knew from our previous visit how jam-packed the Spice Market is, but after leaving there we decided to cross the nearby Galata Bridge and possibly walk up to the famous Galata Tower. We could barely walk through the pedestrian subway to get to the start of the bridge. It was jam-packed with so many people moving through there that we were being carried along by the crowd. Meanwhile, dozens of traders and spruikers lining ...
value in the level of service proved by her presence but she sure
added class to the flight. I got a really nice meal, preceded with
Turkish delight, on the five hour flight from London to Istanbul. By
way of contrast, the five flight from Toronto to Seattle, the last
leg of my flight back home, we were served nothing but could buy food
on the plane.
My hotel was located in the Sultanahmet
neighborhood which is the ancient Ottoman district. ...
The weather forecast rain all day today. Fortunately it only trickled a bit of rain in the late afternoon for a short hour. But we were planning to relax and just walk up and down Istiltak Street and lounge around the hostel.
Lunch was across the street at a kebab place. We both had chicken shish kebab. I thought it was made quite well and it came with a dipping chili sauce and type of flat bread. It was a ...
... hundred now, and two hundred later, yes?’ I said there was no way in hell he was looking at my credit card and then told him that actually, I’d changed my mind and wouldn’t be buying anything. As I made to go, his sales mask dropped and he cursed in Turkish to a round of laughter from the six or seven assistants who were all eyeballing me. A joke at my expense no doubt, but I was the one leaving with free coffee, tea, biscuits and a tale to tell.
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