There and Back Again

Pondering: All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life. (Oscar Wilde)
Reading: Innocence by Kathleen Tessaro

Today, after breakfast, we went on one of the Hop-on, Hop-off tour buses that dominate the streets of London. It is still the best way to get around London’s sites - I don’t care what other tour guides say about it. We hopped off at Westminster Abbey where it was bustling, and I mean bustling, with tourists. The queue (which is what the Brits call a ‘line’) to go inside the abbey was ridiculously long so we skipped the insides and hopped back on to the bus after taking pictures of the abbey itself. We got off at the Embankment and joined one of the River Thames cruises. It was fun but the weather was terribly cold, my fingers felt numb. What I’d give to have packed a scarf in my sling bag.

The cruise terminated in Greenwich, England, the place where all time zones are measured and where East meets West at the Greenwich Meridian. From there, we took the DLR train back to the city where we had dinner at a stuffy but tasty restaurant near our hotel. We retired to bed after watching MTV-Germany and it’s constant ads for mobile phone ringers, tones and wallpapers including a bouncing teddy bear, a motorcyle-riding frog (froch) and a barfing German.