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Wednesday, 23 January 2008


Wonderful post - makes me want to run out and read him immediately. Thubron is one of those I've always meant to read, and have yet to begin. I love excellent travel writing where, more than just a description of encounters, you also get an approachable great sweep of history. I thought Michael Wood was good at that too with his recent series on THE STORY OF INDIA - he kept explaining what was happening concurrently in other parts of the world (like China), which helps to slot things in place like a giant jigsaw puzzle.

The cat still lurks in the darkest shadows ... My wife and son went to see the BM exhibition of the terracotta army before Christmas. All pre-booked tickets sold out months ago, but they were releasing about 300 per day if you queued up in the morning before it opened. They got there one hour before opening time and were rewarded with two tickets. They both thought it a fabulous exhibition.

You can easily visit a small part of China's heritage without leaving London if you go to the British Museum. They are displaying the famous Chinese terracotta army until April 6th. I guess you know it already. Don't miss to tell us if you go. I saw it a few years ago and I highly recommend it.
I can even give you the link to their website, in typical Dark Puss fashion...

By the by, no news from our 'deer-est' cat lately?

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