Saturday was spent wandering around London. First stop was Borough Market, where I picked up a roast beef sandwich, fudge, and ice cream. The sandwich was good, the fudge was crap, and the ice cream was ok. Glad I tried the fudge before buying a box to bring home to Maaaa. Then I went to Tower of London. I didn't go in (what can I say, I'm still a cheapskate sometimes), but I got some up close pictures of Tower Bridge. The reason I went over there was to get onto
Tower Beach, but I now realize that it is scheduled for next week. Whoops. There was also a "spaceship landing site" and "secret police" on the other side of Tower Bridge. I can't figure out what was going on after a quick Google search. Oh well.
Tower Bridge. There's a drawbridge in the middle that raised after I crossed overOff went to Portobello Market. Think NYC street fair, with antiques thrown in with the crappy clothing and trinkets. I poked around the shops though and found some neat stuff. After that I took the Tube to Kensington, where all the museums had closed at 5:30. LAME. Looks like I'll be going there next Saturday before my plane takes off. I laid in the sun in Hyde Park for a bit, grabbed dinner, and headed back to the hotel. Lots of walking, but the weather was decent; mostly sunny, temps in the upper 60s with a light breeze.
Sunday was I'll-suck-it-up-and-be-a-tourist day. I was going to take a train out to Bath, but decided to take a tour bus instead. That way, I was able to stop at Windsor Castle, Stonehenge, and Bath.
Windsor Castle is where the Queen spends most of her time. It's outside London near Heathrow Airport. It's a big sprawling castle that's been around a long time. Only one part of it is open for touring, but it is still in use: that's where the Queen hosts her dinners and entertains her guests. No pictures allowed inside, but I would love to be royalty for, let's say a month, to just be able to enjoy living in a CASTLE.
Round Tower at Windsor Castle. The Queen wasn't there; you can tell because the flag with three lions is not raised. She's on holiday in Scotland.
After that we were on our way to Stonehenge. First we stopped off at the local Stonehenge Inn, which is a pub in a military town next to Stonehenge. It's in the middle of a field in the middle of nowhere farm fields. But, they're pretty middle of nowhere farm fields. I've always wanted to see Stonehenge, and I'm so glad I got to do it. It's a bit anticlimactic because it's so touristy, but well worth a visit.
Stonehenge (henge = circle)Bath is named that way because it is home to the only hot springs in Britain. The Romans used to use it. When they left, the British filled it in and forgot about it until the 1700s, when they decided it would be a good idea to preserve and restore what remained. Wise choice. It was really neat to see, touch, and walk on the old Roman architecture. Looks like I need to head to Rome next, then!
Can you see any of the bubbles from the hot springs?Bath is a pretty little city. Two architects, a father and son team, designed the city long ago, and the buildings look just about all the same; the only exceptions are how fancy the moulding is on the outside of the building.
Street in BathAll in all, I think the tour bus was money well spent. The tour guide was great; he knew a lot about the areas, made it personalized, was cheery, and answered everyone's questions. I will admit to feeling like a herded sheep at some points, and I didn't spend nearly enough time in Bath, but I expect that I'll be back to England at some point in the future, playing tour guide to some friend or family member.