Les Miserables

Friday morning Rachel saw the Pitt Rivers Museum while I went to class. (See, I do go to class, I just don't like talking about it) 

The Shrunken Heads

Then we got that Oxford classic, a Moo-Moo's milkshake:

We got to London and passed out in our hostel, woke up in time for dinner, and went to Les Miserables. As my loyal readers may know, I've seen this musical six times in the West End in the past year, twice over the summer and four times this spring, and it still never ceases to amaze me! I love every song, every time. It still makes me cry, and laugh, and want to lead a revolution in Paris.

Dinner crepes!