Sent to Coventry

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It's about time I used that line! The parents and I managed to navigate through central Manchester and return the car without incident! Woot! What a relief that is. In Manchester we visited the museum of science and industry which didn't fail to impress.
We trained it to Coventry and it felt very good and weird to be home. We were just in time for the Godiva Festival, and we watched the colorful and impressive parade go by before walking to the park to see just what this festival was all about. Oh, and by the way, Lady Godiva was a. fully clothed (not even pretending to be naked) and, b. in a car. I mean seriously?! We can do better. I'll grow my hair out and be ready by next years parade. Bring me a white horse.

The festival was pretty fun and there were so many people there! Way to come out, Coventry. They had plenty of carnival rides and games, drunk teenagers, and local crafts. Not to mention some good food stands. A great day out. The next day we went back to the Transport Museum. Okay. I'm totally over it after 2 visits in 2 weeks, but the parents enjoyed it thoroughly. We wandered back into the cathedral (which I didn't mind visiting at all), and to St. Mary's guildhall which is a hidden gem of Coventry history.

"Today on 'Strange London Destinations' we will be wandering into zone 3 to Highgate Cemetery, arguably the best Victorian cemetery on the planet." This was our surprise destination for Mom who is a taphophile and champion 'tombstone tourist' making Highgate Cemetery a must see. It is truly beautiful, but could use some government sponsorship and money. Half of it is still a working cemetery and Malcolm McLaren was most recently buried there. Karl Marx is also there as well as George Eliot, and many other artists, diplomats, writers, and generally cool people who did good works. We had a tour of the older part of the place which was very nice, and revealed many beautiful sculptures and tombstones.

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You know who! said…
How great to have someone make RESERVATIONS for the tour and to actually use the word "taphophile" in a sentence!! Well done!!
27 July, 2010
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