Went to the National Gallery...saw so many wonderful pre-1500 works. My head was spinning. Found their Hieronymus Bosch and looked at some 1500-1600 work too. Then looked for the van Gogh and Seurat pieces. Dave liked seeing those.
Came to a conclusion - I despise the Italian tourists. They are so rude, pushy, indignant and just plain horrible. Note: I am part Italian. And despite my Southern mother's claim that they must have all been Northern, many of them looked short, pudgy, and just like all our relatives. Mom, your stereotypes are wrong... All the other tourists speaking other languages were polite and nice.
Walk over to St. Martin-in-the-Fields. Happen upon the musicians practicing for that night's Vivaldi concert! What luck. Very nice....
Walked over to the Thames and the Victoria Embankment Gardens. The nice weather had everyone out in all the parks. Walked around Covent Garden. Cannot for the life of me find the Dr. Marten's store! I am walking around with three-holes with holes in the leather hoping it doesn't rain and I can't even replace them 'cos I can't find the damn store!
Found the Tourist Info Centre after the endless search and find the address for DM. They don't have my size!!! But...they have a super pair in Dave's size and on sale! Oh the injustice...
Went to Magma, this super-cool art and design store with lots of great books, publications and knick-knacks. There was one in Manchester. Wish there was something like it in the US. The closest was Atomic Pop in Baltimore.
Ate dinner at Wagamama in Covent Garden... Brit family on holiday next to us. The mother sees me looking at my list of things to do. She says "you'll never pack it all in." So true...
Found a local pub - The Swan - to get fish and chips dinner some other night. Nice and cozy...
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