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Lady Godiva


Dear Reader

I got frustrated with the last post so gave up and have started a new one. 

Another thing in Coventry is Lady Godiva who is immortalised in a statue and a clock and in a little bit of the Cathedral. We have learned about her fight for social justice. There is some question about how little she actually wore, as in her time being seen in public without your jewellery was considered naked. 














In the next post I will report on the Cathedral, but for now this will have to do.

Cxx




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