Where Are We Today?: Naked Bodies Everywhere

We spent yesterday at the Victoria & Albert Museum. Sheelagh said it was her favorite, and after yesterday I can see why. There is the biggest collection of beautiful, naked marble people I have ever seen. What a place. We arrived quite early with the idea that we would be there an hour or so and then do something else, but as we had a look around we decided that there were lecture tours that sounded interesting. We wandered separately

for an hour and then had morning tea. These museums are all free so we have decided that we will support them by having tea in their cafes. What troupers we are. After tea we went on a gallery tour that covered the early 1500's to 185o's in Britain. The guide was very funny and knowledgeable. Then we wandered a bit and took a second tour of the Theatre and Performance collection. Again, it was wonderful. We saw the stage design collection, costume collection and poster collection. When we left it was dark and cold so we had a night at home.
Today we wanted to get some info on our Moroccan visit so, foolishly, Shush left it to me to get an address to visit and I took us to the embassy and not the tourist bureau. I think that the man who answered the door to the embassy was a bit taken aback by this bearded Canadian asking him about flights from Lanzarote to Marrakech. He rallied nicely though and got us a different address to try. Since we were in Kennsington, and it wasn't too cold we decided to do a literary tour of the neighbourhood. It was the best one yet. We found the neatest little streets with wonderful houses and shops where many early writers lived and toiled. To name a few, there was Browning, Henry James, James Joyce, William Thackeray, Ezra Pound and G.K. Chesterton. If you know Sheelagh you will know the outrage she expressed when we walked by Agatha Christie's house and it wasn't even mentioned in the book.
It began to get cold so we jumped on the tube and went to Oxford Street and visited the Wallace Family Collection. This is a huge house that contains the art collection of a Mr Wallace dating from the years of Louis the 14th and 15th of France who encouraged him. There was no doubt that he had a lot of pictures and porce

lain and glass, but this was my least favorite gallery that we have seen in London. Sheelagh disagrees, her least favourite was The Soane Museum. As we left and walked down Oxford Street to the tube the lights were on and the sidewalks were jammed. Oh Christmas.
Tonight we attended a carol service at the Bloomsbury Baptist church It was a beautiful service, but Sheelagh declared the mince tarts and mulled GRAPE JUICE!!!