The next leg of our journey was a quaint little village upon the Thames. If I remember right, it's name starts with an L. Here's a quick rundown:
We arrived in King's Cross, settled in to the hotel, then went for food. What we found, was the Swan Pub. What I had, was London pub proper fish and chips, of course, with a pint.
We left the pub feeling toasty and fun, and stumbled upon this: the Marble Arch. after a quick wander through Hyde Park. We returned. Thus was the 24th.
The next day I went to meet a few people at the National Museum. They were at the National Gallery. It was a nice two mile walk through retail infested streets.
At least I got to see and photographically catalogue my Parthenon Marbles. That is before I finally braved my new best friend (the Tube) for the first time in order to get back, get dressed, and get to the statue of "The WWII prime minister. Participated in one of the last cavalry charges..." as I described Churchill--whose name escaped me--to the armed guards at the Parliament station.
and his centuries old Versailles Fig tree (which I was able to identify upon request). It reminded me very much of the fig tree that stood in my grandfather's back yard. After twenty years, a limb broke off, and he still managed to graft it back on. He was as much a gardener and tender of flora as fauna, though neither as much as he was to his family. The things a fig can bring back from memory...
That night we ate and drank at the George Inn (pub) with much merriment as merrymaking. "I read aloud the history of the George while drinking heartily of yet another splendid beer whose name I cannot recall".
When we departed, Big Ben was lit up "as green as Pat Neff, as if to toast us Bears Abroad." After stumbling upon Tower Bridge, London Bridge, and the Tower of London (I'm getting a sense of repetition here), we hopped the Tube to the hotel. Thus ended the 25th.
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