As a result, streets and roads were amazingly passable, and conditions for the fall harvest were the best in recent memory. The play was to start at eight-thirty, so they stretched their fifteen-minute walk to Colborne and West Market Streets to half an hour, pausing to enjoy the window displays of the many shops along King. At Church Street they admired the way the white stone of the courthouse and the jail seemed to have absorbed the last of the sun’s light and were now radiating it back into the semi-dark. Reluctantly, they turned south to Colborne, and swung east again towards West Market, a short block away. They were greeted by a scene that was anything but pastoral. “Well, I didn’t expect this!” Aunt Catherine said. Neither had Marc. Ogden Frank had pulled out all the stops for the four-day run of the Bowery Touring Company, the first professional troupe to grace his Regency Theatre. He had set bright candle-lanterns on stanchions all along the boardwalk in front of the building.
