Tamara Georgick London-Day 1
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Went to the Tower of London today. Sometimes signage is the best thing about a place. >>>>> |
 Hey, is there anyone lurking out there, reading but not saying hullo? I noticed there were no comments for Iceland-Day 2 and Agenda-London, Ev needing a little positive reinforcement here. Hello? |
 The White Tower sort of in the middle of the grounds. |
Started the day off with coffee from Starbucks, this will probably be our morning ritual. Our hotel is all that we hoped for and a little more than we expected: location is excellent, the closest tube stop is just at the end of the block, the room is bigger than we were planning on (certainly larger than neighboring rooms), the bathroom is modern and new, our room doesn’t face the main thoroughfare, but instead the two small windows look out over the green space in the center of this block of buildings. Oh, but the lift only goes up to the fourth floor and we are on the fifth.
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From the tower walls you get a great view of this part of London, including the Tower Bridge…
and the largest Faberge Egg? in the world. >>>> |
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| Both Tamara Georgick and I made new friends. | |
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| The Tower of London was one of the main attractions I never actually visited back when I lived here. So everything was new to me, interesting and cool schmool. Despite viewing some absolutely amazing pieces from the Crown Jewels collection, the only thing to elicit a true gasp of awe from Tamara Georgick, was the Golden Wine Cistern, aka the Grand Punch Bowl, which is about “the size of a washtub”. |
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| After several hours of looking at jewels, walking the towers, walls and battlements, taking pictures and learning about monarchy related murders we hopped it over to Covent Garden to go shoe shopping. Ev bought some tall green Dr. Martens and Tamara Georgick picked up a couple of pairs of extremely well made shoes from Germany. |
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Before heading back to our hotel we stopped for a bite to eat at a pub called The Sussex (in honor of Murphy, the goofy, short Sussex Spaniel we know). Ev had fish and chips and a cider, Tamara Georgick had the meat pie of the day with mash and a bitter. The Brits, as a whole, are so much friendlier than the Icelanders, who seemed mostly sober and stern, and who caused Ev to stop smiling at strangers altogether for fear of further harsh rejection.
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Maybe that person at that library we can’t get to smile or talk is Icelandic. That would explain everything!
Actually, that’s what Tamara and I say now, whenever we run across someone who could be a little more jovial. “Icelander.”
Love the pics and am envious of you being in London. Found your descriptions of Iceland hilarious.
If you want good fish & chips go to a cheap chip shop that still wraps it up in some sort of paper. The stuff in the tourist pubs is too civilized.
Marlys
I know, not looking in the right place, but actually haven’t run across any yet.
I notice your begging for comments was directly under the posted beheading sign. Coincidence? I think not!
btw, did you get me the tiara you promised? it’s okay if it’s slightly used.
Hi Evie and Tamara
Everybody OK here at home, including Murphy, who has been barking too much. We like your reports, keep it up. Love, Dad
Where’s day 2? Are you guys slacking off? On vacation? M.
I bought my dr. martens at that same shop in covent garden; maybe our shoes are related! There was a great chip shop near our flat – Dionysus Restaurant near the corner of Oxford St at the Tottenham Tube Station – 14 Tottenham Court Road. I personally think real chips and clotted cream are enough to compensate for the 100’s of years of boiling meats and veg that the brits pass off a ‘cuisine.’