Happy Valentine's Day!

48 days, 7 books, 3 big puzzles, 1 entire sitcom, (Schitt's Creek), mountains of Indian food and priceless solo time with me baby. I'm down to the final day of my London pandemic vacation. Tonight we are celebrating with good English beer and sticky toffee pudding. When I get back to Italy I'll start a diet by weaning myself off all the baked goods I've been living on. It's cold, spitting snow and wildly windy out there right now but spring has given signs of arriving. I saw buds and green sprouts galore on my walk in Regent's Park the other day. There are daffodils, snow drops and crocus out already in the sunnier spots. Soon I'll be able to see what survived the winter in my little renovated covid garden in Italy. Let's keep looking forward folks! xxoo me

Highgate Cemetery East is a bit larger, flat and laid out in a grid. It doesn't have the spooky aspect of the West side. What it does have though are vast wooded areas filled with tombstones. They look like so many little stone trees. It also has Karl Marx.

Here lies the big guy himself. His tomb is enormous.

There are many newish graves with odd or funny or horrible stones. Here the sculpture is grotesque.

The stone in front is an artist pallet, the one to the right, a Penguin book cover, is for "an avid reader"

This is my favorite. It's the grave of Patrick Caufield, Pop Artist. Look carefully at the stone. It says "dead". Perfect. xxoo me