What an amazing trip. We got home yesterday afternoon (20+ hours of travel) and started doing the laundry. (I’m proud of us — we came home with one pair of unused socks and that’s it. :-))
I’m sorting through the 100s of photos, I’ll either upload them or burn CDs.
Watching the “PM’s questions” in the House of Commons, the British Musuem, Van Gogh’s work (in the National Gallery), having an authentic moment with a drunk Irishman in a pub (did you know Hoover was the who ordered Kennedy’s assassination?), and seeing Sir Ian McKellan as King Lear, with the RSC (Royal Shakespeare Company) _at_ Stratford-Upon-Avon.
Things I’d rather forget: the incredible NOISE of, the phenomenal amount of DIRT in the air in , and discovering that bacon is nothing like what we think of here in the US.
Things we missed: Blake’s works (they were not on display because the Tate was prepping them for a new enxhibition), the RSC doing Macbeth, the -interior- of, most of the ‘famous houses’ and such landmarks, and the rooks of the Tower of London.
We’ll just have to go back. (But not until we’ve done a few more of the Continent’s cities.)