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Kill All the Lawyers, Indeed! |
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Until this week, I had never asked for an extension on a paper in my life, and now I know why. Thanks to some stupid planning on my part (and some bad signage!), this was one of the most exhausting travel experiences I've ever had.
The Oxford-London-Nice trip started off pretty well. |
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In what other city could you see Gandalf in drag? |
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Oh, London. How I love it so. I realized just why I love London on our last day in town, when we'd been to lunch in Leicester Square; visited the Rosetta stone, Cleopatra's mummy, and an amazing collection of samurai swords in the British Museum; seen an Irish play with Holly |
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Not just a clever pun |
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Sometimes not having much to say about a city is a really good endorsement. Nice is absolutely beautiful: the sea is gorgeous, the weather is nice even in January, the food is good, the shopping is better than most American cities, and the museums are unique and fascinating. I suppose that's |
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Of Trains and High Winds |
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We didn't make it home. About 30 minutes from Edinburgh, a voice came over the train intercom to let us know that the train couldn't possibly go anywhere north of Edinburgh because, essentially, the wind would blow the train off the bridge into the Firth of Forth. Although I desperately wanted |
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