|Best part: The colors in the parks.|
|Beatles M&Ms at Leicester Square|
|An evening with Book of Mormon|
|The actual reason we were there.|
|Making a monster.|
|1/2 our hotel room. So posh.|
Even cooler though, this lovely lady joined us in London.
Since I hand-carried the lamp there, I had room in my bag. We're now the proud owners of one of these. Every place we stay at in London has one of some sort, and we became rather attached to a colored-light-changing version in Northern Ireland. This one lights up, but doesn't change color that we know of. Honestly, we knew we were going to get one, basically forgot about it when we were on the ground, passed a grocery store and remembered, and bought the only one they had:
|Sainsbury's Black Illuminating Kettle|
Bring on the tea!
|We learned it actually was a cry for help. The handwriting change says it all.|
Written music, before music was written. Mass-printed documents from hundreds of years before Gutenberg. A letter from Ann Boleyn with a post script by King Henry VIII asking someone or other to hurry up with Henry's divorce. The British Library is a working library with exhibitions and was a highlight of our trip.
Since the weather was being Londony, we continued downtown and hopped a riverboat to Greenwich where we straddled 0* longitude. Truly there wasn't enough time do the whole place in one afternoon as we skipped over the Maritime Museum entirely and mistakenly chose to see a planetarium show rather than stick with the longitude exhibition and see the observatory. As we put it, now we have a reason to go back.
That night Ian and I saw "The Book of Mormon." Enough on that :)
Friday was Dr. Who day. Not a convention, but an indoor Festival at the Excel. It was a small event, with scheduled timings to see some of the actors, the writers, the assistant directors, the artists and special effects companies, with plenty of Daleks and Tardises for photos. There was no pushing, no real crowd, and plenty of opportunity to ask questions, especially of the special effects folks.
Dinner at "The Blue Door" meant eating at the hotel. Though we didn't have a reservation, the restaurant was largely empty by 8 p.m. but the kitchen still busy and we discovered it was due to a Mathematics gathering in the meeting room downstairs. I guess they were hungry mathematicians.
And then Paris happened.
And we came home.