Personal Log: Adrian Rodd

The observant reader may recall that we left our valourous heroin in a most precarious and unfortunate position - she having escaped the evil Doctor and his TARDIS, and, with no home to return to, having found limited shelter in Knightsbridge tube train station.

And now, the continuation...

It's a glorious new day, and what better way to begin it than by leaving the station and seeing what Knightsbridge is like outside? No, this is NOT a TARDIS; it's a good old British phone box! I feel at home already. And a red letterbox, E II regina. Hmm... This seems like a good place to go house-hunting, wouldn't you say?

No, no luck there. Oh, well. Let's continue exploring... After practising her piano skills in a church, and visiting a quaint little Dutch village (complete with yellow klompen!), our dear Karida turned her attention to culture, and to... the Louvre.

(Actually, she went to the Louvre first and then to those other places, but the story sounds better this way... )

I have fourteen pictures taken in the Louvre, so this is simply a selection. While in the museum, Karida was able to admire sculptures, more sculptures, paintings... and strange, unidentifiable things. Some of the sculptures were rather odd, too... such as this one, or this one. Not exactly like the Louvre I'm used to.

Well, this has been another strange day. Karida seems to think so too, and she goes and sits on a hot air balloon in the middle of nowhere to ponder over it all.

At least she's found a temporary home for the night. But still nowhere permanent to stay...