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Village Squire, 1974-06, Page 8Getting to know Stratford before the tourists come. ., In many ways spring...yes, it is spring w though the weather through most of the past month hasn't been much like it...is the best time to visit Stratford. You won't see the Stratford that's famous across the continent, of course, but you may see the real Stratford. Next month that other Stratford will come to life with the first gala openings of the 1974 Festival Season, but right now, before the crowds come, is a great time for visiting the city. To me, Stratford has always been what a city should be. I guess it's impossible to expect a really big city like Toronto to be like Stratford, but it's too bad it isn't. Stratford is a city of people, not buildings. I've never quite figured out if it's a small town trying to be a city, or a city that's trying to be a small town. Whichever, it has set a mood all its own. When I think of Stratford, I must admit it isn't of the glorious Festival Theatre or arty of the other picture -post card things. To me Stratford is the Avon River winding through the city. It's the tall trees that line the streets. It's the old buildings mixed in with the new, giving spice to each other. The river is nice in the spring. It was swollen by the spring rains when I walked along it recently. The swans and ducks, not yet spoiled by the mobs of tourists of the summer, acted like swans and ducks and not like actors trying for a role in a new play. They ignored this nutty stranger who came for a walk along the river long before even the opening night at the Festival. The river gurgled its way along inches from the top of the bank and only the odd car travelled along the nearby street to disturb the sounds of nature. Walk up through the park, the water squishing up around my feet as I tred on the Conestoga college stretching high into the sky among the trees offers an architectural contrast to soggy ground, up past the theatre building tithe modernistic Festival Theatre just behind it. where preparations are hastily going on for 6. VILLAGE SQUIRE/MAY 1974