Day 2, Museums & What Not

A sentence about jet lag: It sucks. Carey slept maybe 4 hours Sunday night, I slept from about 1am-6am, and Greta woke us both up around 1230 when she sleepwalked into our bedroom after 3 hours of restless slumber confused as to where she was. Lincoln, however, may have overcome his. He slept from 10pm-11am! Here's hoping for more stable rest this evening. It's 10:21 local time as I type, so we'll know soon enough.

We are big fans of the flower boxes and baskets that adorn the drinking establishments.

On to our Monday -- a late start, obviously, and then straight to the British Museum. We donated 10 pounds because we're suckers and then proceeded to give ourselves a whirlwind tour. We glanced at Peat Bog Man, the Rosetta Stone, an Easter Island head, and too many jewels and artifacts to mention. I gotta say -- I think we'd all rank it fairly low on our museum meters. Carey would probably disagree, out of fear of offending the docents. But for me, I need many more hours and probably a personal tour guide to get much out of it.



 







The best part of the British Museum was the ramen place we found around the corner for a late lunch. Linc and I had the Goyza Rahmen with pork goyzas swimming in the noodles, along with half a soft boiled egg and lots of seaweed and seasonings. Greta had the veggie bowl with tofu and multiple mushrooms and Carey had some sort of grilled pork and rice appetizer. All agreed it beat the stuff in the crinkly bags!



Thus sated, we ambled down to Leicester Square via Charing Cross Road, stopping at hat shops and other stores that piqued our interest,  and from there down to Trafalgar and a sprint through the National Gallery, which was closing in 45 minutes. Lincoln really enjoyed the Leicester Lego Store with awesome renditions of Big Ben and a telephone booth and a 3D wall mural of the city center. We all actually liked the National Gallery, remarking at every realistic nature painting that Grandpa Jerry would have been a grand master had he been born before the 20th century.









From the Gallery we zipped over to the Eye, but the line was long and we were getting hungry, so we hopped a Battersea-bound train at Waterloo and enjoyed "proper" fish & chips for dinner near our flat. The girls had gelato for dessert and now it's tuck-in time and you're all caught up.

Tuesday, it's a few of the more formal royal, government buildings and maybe a drink with some of my AP Entertainment friends, and a second go at the London Eye. We have advance tickets now, so at 4:45 we will finally see what all the fuss is about a $70 ferris wheel!