I wish....
Because it had really gotten are to bitterly cold we went to the wax museum. Though not Maddam Taussades, thier works were lifelike enought to be very creepy. I went straight to the bar where most of the famous writers ung out.. (hmmm) None of them looked particuarly happy to be disturbed.. but I guess thats pretty lifelike..
Orson Wells was quietly observing a new character, Ernest Hemingway was studing his drink ( and proabbly thinking abut the rain.. and dying in the rain.. alone) while Jean-Paul Satre seemed a little astounded by the activity around him..
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