Wow, this went quick. We only have Saturday left, then we fly home Sunday about noonish here. I took the day off work while that sucker Shawn went to his class, and got learned in the art of bending light with optics.
What’s a gal to do all alone in the big city? Let’s see…
Everything you wanted to know about London history, and all the cool stuff they dug out of the Thames over the years.
Cool old stuff, including Cinderella’s original chariot.
Prince Charming’s original armor.
Wood walls from an old jail cell. Even their boredom graffiti was elegant back in the day.
Hay mom, I got some more tattoos
After the museum, I decided to get on a bus to check out Kensington Palace on the other side of town. We took many a bus the previous Saturday, how bad can it be?
F*ck the traffic. Tower bridge is cool, until you sit on it for 5 minutes in gridlock.
Traffic is ok on the weekends, but I quickly found that it SUCKS during the week. I ditched the bus, and hopped on a river ferry to the other side of town.
The View is good at least!
After the boat, I attempted to hop on another bus to go see some more sights, but traffic was gridlocked, and Shawn finished class early. I started walking across town to meet him, and got to cut in front of Buckingham Palace to get there, it’s less crowded today.
Gates to the palace
We decided on a rendezvous at the Bag o’ Nails Pub
You can’t go wrong with a name like this
The sign was of a cross-eyed pirate, I felt a connection immediately. 😉
Arghh matey, come and have a pint o ale
Then we started walking back toward our end of town. Shawn had downloaded an app that would map your route, but also show you pubs on the way. Next stop the Albert’s Pub
If it’s cold, you cram into any spot you can find indoors. wall to wall people
If it’s hot/stuffy inside, just take your ale out to the sidewalk
Friday Crowds at the Barley Mew
If Dan Mac & Henry Rollins had a baby.
Pub food to soak up the cider
Contemplating life, with ale-foam in the beard..
Inside The Black Friar, great art
Outside The Black Friar, not so stuffy
Last stop before home, The CockPit Pub
So sad, they won’t serve Shawn here.
After more cider I told Shawn, “Bessie’s mom would love this place, it’s covered in cocks!” You all have dirty minds!!! I was talking about the rooster art all over the pub, because she collects it. 🙂
cock-a-doodle-doo!
Glad my glass tells me it’s empty. Good night everyone