London — The Museum

For my birthday last week, we spent a long weekend in London. My love-hate relationship with Londinium goes way way back–not quite as far back as the name Londinium (AD 36) but almost, in fact to 1998 when we lived there and the roof collapsed on the house we were renting. London fulfilled all the […]

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The Long Night of Museums

(Important! If this post is cut off at the bottom, reload the page. This usually solves the problem.) ___________________________ This is difficult, but I need to confess something to you. I hate museums. It’s not that I’m particularly uncultured–I’m so cultured I’m practically bacterial. Museums make my legs hurt. If it were possible to run […]

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