| (this is the only photo he let me keep from the exhibit after flipping through my "illegal" shots) |
Ijust thought it'd be fun to photograph some rocks that are worth more than ten of me (eleven? twelve?).
Anyway, we went to the Tower of London today (the morbid little fortress where dear ole Anne, and others, got the chop).
Last night we saw Shakespeare's Richard III at the Old Vic (oh, hello Kevin Spacey, you are Richard III. And Mrs. Dashwood from Sense & Sensibility as the ragged Margaret? Hello to you too), an artistic and captivating performance that made today much more interesting for me.
In the play,Richard of Gloucester kills nearly everyone in his pursuit of the crown, including his two small nephews (the tiny dukes of York).
Today, in the Bloody Tower, we saw where they were banished and where they mysteriously disappeared (their quiet deaths are still not proven to have been by evil Uncle Richard's order, though he seems to be the most likely suspect).
interesting
Maybe a few of us got carried away running off Muppet Treasure Island quotes, who knows how it even came up. Clueless Morgan.
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