Molly‘s visit to London was the perfect excuse to cavort around the city doing ridiculous touristy things that I would never do on my own. Because Molly is slightly insane, however, these ridiculous touristy things involved fewer museums and palaces than one might expect, and rather more dead things. We visited Zombie Oscar Wilde, Zombie Jeremy Bentham, the Princes in the Tower – not to mention the Tower in general, which is gorgeous but full of a great deal of historical death – mummies and the Rosetta Stone (Molly was not as excited about the Rosetta Stone as I expected), and spontaneously went to see a West End production of Les Miserables. We also went to see Waiting for Godot, but that was less spontaneous. I may post about many of these things in the future, especially once Molly gets her photos online. For now, two moments that encapsulate the visit:
The very best part of our entire afternoon at the Tower of London:
| From Molly in London |
And, of course, Molly gazing fatuously at Zombie Oscar Wilde. Seriously, no offense to the artist intended, but he is clearly a zombie. Leaving aside the coffin-shaped statue base and green, Medusa-like snake hair (and the green carnation, but that was a given), there are mysterious starfish inside his head.
| From Molly in London |

