Down the rabbit hole

We are half way to going home.  As I look at the crazy, funny, opinionated variety of blogs other people write on Open Salon, I realize that my postings from London, Wales and Oxford have mostly been a here’s the place, here’s what I think kind of thing,...

Oxford Miss

We went for the day to Oxford on Friday. Jonathan was to lunch with a scientist tangentially in his field and I was tangentially tagging along.  I had been there once in 1982, by myself for one night, having decided on a family visit to England (way after we lived...

A few ways London will remember me

No, we’re not going back to Canada yet.  It’s just pleasant to reflect upon the ways in which this great city will be affected by my presence. There was the stye incident.  As could be predicted with a rush-hour average of ten thousand people per...

London Zoo (formerly Regent’s Park)

Mourning the way Regent’s Park Zoo (now London Zoo) used to be only points out how hollow an exercise nostalgia is.  But let’s start carving. When we lived in England from 1967 to 1969 my girls’ school went on trips to Regent’s Park Zoo, in the...

Illuminated manuscripts

The Gallery of Treasures of the British Museum has dimmed lighting and black non-reflective walls to minimized spoilage of its manuscripts, but it does make them seem like treasures for which you mine in the dark.  Here is the only known copy of Beowulf with its...
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