Museums

pharlapMuseums no longer smell like death and formaldehyde, but I remember the great Pharlap, stuffed and fascinating in the museum on Lonsdale Street. A publicity still was my most treasured possession when I was about 6. Those yankees poisoned him, or so the story went – captivating for young minds. In the first image he seems too fast to even fit in the frame, they had to encase him in glass forever.

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