We checked into our hostel really late on Thursday. The hostel was big and gross. It was a bad choice, but at least we only slept there. I couldn't help but think of Dad saying "you get what you pay for," and we didn't pay much.
The next morning, the British Museum was only a hop skip and a park away, so we went.
We found it really interesting that London offers magnificent collections of art and antiquities free to the public, but charges a decently large fee to visit cathedrals.
For example: the Rosetta stone. Free to the public. Wow. The British Museum in particular was amazing.
We saw copies of these guys the night before at the Pergamon.... the originals pictured. I felt like a globe-trotter for a second there.
Big Ben and the Underground, which became surprisingly familiar after a few days
On Saturday morning, we took a free walking tour around the old city, which oh so conveniently stopped at Buckingham Palace for the changing of the guards. Mitch at Picadilly Circus
After the walking tour, we went to Portobello Road. Rather, I made Mitch come with me to Portobello Road. It's a market street on Saturdays which I remember quite well from the children's musical, Bedknobs and Broomsicks. I wished Allie was with me to sing the song stuck in my head that entire day. We bought some stuff with frighteningly expensive pounds and continued.
Warhol in the Tate Modern, one of our last stops after the London Bridge, (old and new) Globe Theater, Tower Bridge, etc. etc.
We saw a ton and had a great weekend. All is well. I'll be back.
