Little people

Back home, back to (some sort of) routine. First choir practice on Thursday evening -- how lovely to be singing again, and it's Handel,very unusual for this choir. An easy couple of hours, as it's some choruses from the Messiah. "How did you get on?" asked S when I got back. "We like sheep," I replied.

I started filling up our cultural diary again, and this evening we went to the Centre Culturel to see a play, Terres Closes, by theatre company Les Petites Gens (the little people). There were little people in the foyer too, in the form of a sculpture by Anne Sarda; it gets around, we've seen it in several other places.

Sculpture and play both address the theme of migrants. Luckily the play was only an hour long, as it wasn't really a play, more of a dramatised lecture about walls and barriers given by four actors. Some of the visual and sound effects were interesting, but I found it too didactic and lacking in subtlety.