It’s funny how everything’s connected. On the weekend I went to the local park to take photos of a statue of Mary Poppins that guards the children’s playground there. Sadly, I was a little late – a vandal had removed both her trademark umbrella and her famous carpet bag since the last time I’d paid attention.
This was the first time I’d looked at the statue up close and the plaque informed me that it was there in honour of P.L. Travers, who’d lived down the road with her family between 1918 and 1924. She would have been just out of boarding school and already making her way as an actor and dancer, prior to her departure for England and the land of the Banks family.
I went a-googling to find out where else she’d lived (e.g. Bowral) and what should I find on the unreliable-but-oh-so-convenient Wikipedia but a photograph of the young Pamela Travers as… Titania from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Meanwhile, Alex Ross has saved me the trouble of fretting over embedded music by posting the beginning of Mendelssohn’s overture.
Four magical chords. Listen and read…
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
Enter fairies on cue.