A wave of excitement rushed over me as soon as I exited the "tube" with my bags and took in my first breath of Londonite air. Every detail about the station reminded of Grand Central from the mad rush of people to the granite-like floors right down to the roosting pigeons. As we were crossing one of the ginormous bridges spanning the Thames river, what had been a slight drizzle suddenly turned into this craaaazy torrent of
rain that pounded us with full fury. I couldn't even look left because the
rain would literally blind me with huge raindrops. so i just kept my head down and swam to the hotel. by the time we got there, my pants were soaked and dripping water down my legs into my shoes, and my hair was dripping water on the counter. what a warm welcome.
the same night, we ate at Veronica's per a baby-eating friend's suggestion. they bill themselves as original british cuisine with a dash of medieval flavor. it wasn't great but it was far better than the garbage we've been having in Bracknell, where I worked for a week. It was a definite welcome change from having something other than WackArnolds, Booger King, or Pizza Slut.
here are some pix from my colleagues and myself.
ze national gallery:
zb's pic.
where the greatest writers in history reflected:
zb's pic
Big Bad Ben:
fc's pic.
mean street of london:
fc's pic.
stop staring at me. No, not you, THAT!
important caravan passing through something cool:
why can't NY's subways be this clean?
nm, i know why.
wanna see london yet?
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