So many things to see and do and so little time... Solution - split up. John & I went to the National Gallery in the morning to see the painting, The Bathers by Seurat. (We'd taken a class on Impressionism and our instructor told us if any of us ever went to London without going to see it, he'd flunk us. It was an ungraded class, but still... we went, we saw, we were awed.) John went on to a concert, then to meet up with John, Judy & Bob in Greenwich where time begins. I stayed and did a tour of the gallery. While we were at the museum, John, Judy & Bob went to see the changing of the guard while Pat & Cyndy went to the Tower of London. Pat & Cyndy met me for lunch (with their heads still attached) at St. Paul's (can you believe they charge 11 pounds to see the main part of the cathedral? = we opted to forgo religion & get dessert at lunch instead.) Then it was on the Mayflower Inn on the wharf where the Pilgrims sailed from. Pat has 6 ancestors who were on that boat (I'm guessing they survived the trip...). The inn was closed - so much for visiting the past.In the photos = "The Texas Embassy" (bar & restaurant). Bob contemplating applying for a job as one of London Dairies' deliverymen. The National Gallery. Pat & Cyndy in front of the Mayflower Inn. And Lizzie & Tom's favorite pizza maker & his wood fired oven. (Sorry, Leigh, he didn't speak a word of English other than, "I don't speak English", so I couldn't ask him any questions about building an oven.)
Tomorrow we're off to Paris and that red Corvette??? I heard one was spotted zooming through traffic at Niagara Falls.
