Tamara Georgick London-Day 1
Oct 22nd, 2009 Posted in Activities, London, Tamara Georgick | 9 comments »|
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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