July 6-7

July 6

Started in the morning with a march by Buckingham amidst a sea of red with a stop by Harrod’s afterward for Scallop.

Tea Time!


Across from the Queen, we enjoyed tea time for 2. Look closely, and you can see the vents on my shirt.


David’s creeping up on her.

At the Victoria and Albert Museum, we saw a taste of things to come.

It was by Swan Lake that we visited Kensington Palace.

July 7



Channeling her inner sloth after a tour of the British Library where photos are not allowed. In all fairness, we went to a sloth cafe to bring about this change in Scallop.


Elgin’s Marbles

The British Museum was full of the plunder of ancient societies.


Good literature is timeless

A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, a Bard was born.


July 2-5

And so we start.

July 2

Rain strengthens memories, lending color to faded memories. Thus was our trip auspiciously begun.

A long layover in Dusseldorf waiting to get to London

A long layover in Dusseldorf waiting to get to London

The drizzles delayed us in New York, and storm’s specter kept us in Düsseldorf. Yet, none could weigh upon our levity with London in sight.

We stayed in the Sheraton on our first night, a gracious gift. We could not wait to walk the streets of Piccadily, aiming for Fish and Chips. On our return, we swam upstream as a Brexit protest ended.

July 3

The next morning we hopped to our first AirBnB near Balham, then delved into our new jungle.


View from the Sky Garden

After surveying from the air, we hit the pavement to explore. From Towers to Bridges to Eyes, we saw much.

July 4

Independence day marked our first full day London exploration sans the traveling of days prior. What better way than a jaunt through the new Tate Modern with lunch at the Borough Market.


St Paul, here we come

Next stop, Saint Paul’s Cathedral. What followed was an epic pilgrimage through Trafalgar square, passed Big Ben and Westminster, alongside a cordoned off 10 Downing Street, to the original Tate.

July 5


Trafalgar square

We returned after July 4th to Trafalgar square and the National Gallery and it’s sister Portrait Gallery.


They call him wonderful…

Lunch saw a return to the Borough Market. We sought to get our fill of English meat pies, fish’n’chips, and salted meat prior to leaving England. Then we settled in for an Irish rendition of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew at The Globe.


One of many parks

We continued our backtracking to Westminster and then to St. James Park. Dinner was on Brick Lane prior to tucking gin for the night.