I bought a copy of the magazine Classical FM because it had Anna Netrebko on the cover with the caption, "Is this the new Maria Callas?" Anna said the sensible thing, that she was the new Anna and not the new Maria. No one will ever be the new Maria Callas, but Anna is a wonderful thing all by herself. Anna lacks Maria's madness.
Today I am going for a more leisurely tour of the Henri Rousseau exhibit. Maybe I'll wander over to see the Globe Theater and the other exhibits at the Tate Modern. They have a whole section for nudes, I hear.
London is good for everything except food. One despairs.