Found at the end of Hove Lawns, Joan has been swordless for some years now guarding the entrance to Albermarle Mansions. I had initially mistaken her for a waif with a swallow clutched to her chest - perhaps reminding me of Wilde's Unhappy Prince. Of course on closer inspection she does indeed appear to be the Joan, albeit sentimentalised with Victorian nipped in waist and armour.
Anyone know how she came to be here?
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