Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square

[sabotabby]

Last day in London. Unless something goes horribly wrong (I did mention that I’m paranoid about travel logistics), I fly out at Arse O’Clock tomorrow.

I met pofflewomp and we wandered various squares, visited the adorable October Gallery, saw Jeremy Bentham’s waxy corpse, then met up with smhwpf and did more blue-plaque-themed wanders and Indian food (are you sensing a theme?). I’m currently ensconced in an AirB&B (yes. I know.) that is actually as good as it sounds and is close to the airport.

London was like hot soup today so that was good in the sense that while I adore this city, a thing that I really, really love is not having the skin melt off my skeleton. Just one sleep until I get to see my kitties and my air-conditioned home.




The October Gallery is worth visiting for the courtyard and bathrooms alone.


Maximizing my happiness includes visiting dead utilitarians.


Lenin lived here.


And the Shelleys lived here. Not at the same time, or the neighbourhood would be even more ridonkulous.


Never change, London. Unless it’s to get air conditioning.

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[sabotabby]

It’s just his skeleton; the head is elsewhere and replaced with wax.