…London, Part II

On Sunday, we went out on our own to meet another friend, eat cake, and be generally slovenly in his luxury furniture store.

We then went to the National Gallery. This was my third time there, but the first time I can remember seeing that you have to pay for a map of the museum.  Afterwards, we stopped in the square to watch an Australian busker put on a show and get himself out a straight jacket.

We cut our time there a little short so that we could have the rest of the afternoon at the British Museum. As you know if you’ve been there, you could lose weeks in there.

Yes, let’s go to the British Museum on a Sunday afternoon and try to get a nice shot of the Rosetta Stone. This is a good plan. (I tried to do this about six years ago but I mostly just got elbowed in the head.)

We topped the day off with a meal at nearby Tas, a Turkish restaurant. I ordered lamb for the first time, and it was totally worth it. Cuteness: 0, Deliciousness: 1. Sorry, baby animals.

No regrets

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