Happy Independence Day!
Here is the last page of my comic memoir of the last few months in Serbia:
Ivanovo was a frozen wasteland when we first scouted there in January, but became the lush green river banks of both the Raquin family's country home in Vernon and the lake outside Paris where the lovers murder their victim.
Kalemegdan is the old fortress park right in the city center of Belgrade where we built a metal gazebo to house a bear in our version of a proto-zoo.
And Simanovci is hardly a tourist destination, but a sign on the highway giving the name of the town closest to the acres of land in the countryside where the PFI soundstages were built.
From such disparate and incongruous elements were built the illusion of 19th Century Paris for our play.