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so England lost the world cup. so very sad. so very last week.
But it was also a very good weekend despite the crushed dreams of an entire nation of flag wearing fans.
The picture to your left epitomizes the weekend. The blue card on the lower left hand side of the shot is london's answer to the metropass. Everything else should be self explanatory.
So if you've all read Patricia's blog, you'll know that Paul and Victoria dropped by for a visit as did Kate. All in all, I can't imagine a better way to celebrate Canada Day --pile tons of Canadians (and Wayne) in our tiny flat.
I hope the floor was comfortable.

I didn't actually see England lose though, because when the game went to penalty kicks I was in the dark, dank crypt of St. Pancras church watching a dance recital. Obviously.
Our friend Aiko was in a dance installation.
The audience had to follow the dancers around the crypt to see the performance and given that the crypt has lots of little rooms it was impossible to see everything. It was the first performance I'd ever seen that gave me the choice of watching it or not, but didn't allow me to leave the space. We had to work for it. The space (given not only its presence but also its physical restrictions on the dancers) was part of the performance and ultimately so was the audience; at the end, everyone--including the dancers- sat and watched an edited version of the whole thing projected on the wall.
And the crypt was so thrilling --no bodies anymore, but lots of grave stones stacked against walls. piles of dead leaves on the floor. huge metal doors blocking the entrance. really musty, cool and quiet in that oppressive way. quite creepy, but if I may be so trite, it was like by filling this powerful overwhelming space with music and people and movement it was either celebrating life and exorcising death or celebrating death in a positive cycle of life kinda way.