| We (Mary and I)
arrived in London Friday night after a long, long
flight. I have discovered I can no longer sleep sitting up----an
enormous disappointment on an 8 hour flight. We were smart
enough to hire a car to pick us up at Heathrow, since we were
arriving after 11pm. Our driver was quite funny, but knew very
little about the section of town we are staying in....so we got
a nice tour (several, in fact) of the neighborhood before he
finally found our hotel. Our hotel room reflects the city
itself.....everything is so small. I feel a little like a giant
lumbering around the room and the city. The museums are huge,
the streets narrow, and the elevators are tiny. But there is
nothing tinier than our bathroom in the hotel. I have made the
life altering discovery that I can brush my teeth over the sink,
take a shower, and use the toilet without moving. This bathroom
makes a airplane bathroom look large! I have to move Mary's bed
to get the door open completely! Mary multi-tasks in the bathroom.. |
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| Saturday was spent
in the Victoria and Albert Museum, which feels a little like
sorting through a vast attic of an old, great uncle you didn't
know you had. Dust everywhere, poorly lit, with many surprises.
It felt a little like discovering hidden treasures.
Mary at the
Victoria and Albert Museum, |
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The Nuremburg
Chronicle |
Dale Chiluly Glass Sculpture in entrance to V and A. |
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A detail of a chair Mary wanted me to take......I don't know why. |
It does look a little like an attic or a basement, doesn't it? This wasn't part of the exhibit, though. |
| However, our favorite item in the Victoria and Albert Museum was the "way out" fudge marble pound cake in the cafe. We ate the picture, too. |
| Love, Carolyn |