Tartufo and the taxi ride
On Friday night we went to the Little Theatre. I'm not sure why it's called that for about 400 were there. Maybe it's something to do with it costing little to get in. You get in free of charge, but have to pay to get out. At the end the actors form a kind of guard of honour at the door, thank you for coming and hold out an upturned top hat.
As it was a classic comedy, Molière's Tartufo, Olwen thought it would be suitable for her class. It showed how licenciousness in Louis XIV's court was complemented by hypocrisy in the Catholic Church and its Holy Sacrament movement. Tartufo is a Catholic version of Burns' holy Willie with a bit of Rev. I.A.M. Jolly. The audience found it all very funny. Unfortunately Louis XIV was not amused and banned the original version.
But what was also memorable about the evening was the taxi ride there. Latin American taxis are a phenomenum in their own right. Expressions like, real-life scaletrix and, Olwen's never been chatted up so much, come to mind.
On Friday we had a Christian driver. We suspected this because of the Bible text that blocked out his rear view mirror, the big Jesus fish on the dashboard and his badly lacerated arms. Like many of Colombia's Christians, he is a first-generation believer, and had a background of drugs, street life and prison violence.
But what convinced us more was his knocking 5p off the taxi fare. Your faith being known by your works is a bit different here too.
As it was a classic comedy, Molière's Tartufo, Olwen thought it would be suitable for her class. It showed how licenciousness in Louis XIV's court was complemented by hypocrisy in the Catholic Church and its Holy Sacrament movement. Tartufo is a Catholic version of Burns' holy Willie with a bit of Rev. I.A.M. Jolly. The audience found it all very funny. Unfortunately Louis XIV was not amused and banned the original version.
But what was also memorable about the evening was the taxi ride there. Latin American taxis are a phenomenum in their own right. Expressions like, real-life scaletrix and, Olwen's never been chatted up so much, come to mind.
On Friday we had a Christian driver. We suspected this because of the Bible text that blocked out his rear view mirror, the big Jesus fish on the dashboard and his badly lacerated arms. Like many of Colombia's Christians, he is a first-generation believer, and had a background of drugs, street life and prison violence.
But what convinced us more was his knocking 5p off the taxi fare. Your faith being known by your works is a bit different here too.
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