“R,” I was halfway through your comment before I figured out who you are. I’m thick. I was like, “Who do I know whose name starts with ‘R’ and who is with someone who starts with ‘B?’” Then I was like, “Law school? Wait, I know this one…think, think…” Will you take residual jet lag as an excuse?
Sunday, I decided to actually do something with myself other than wander the hard, lonely streets. I thought about going to a market, cuz it’s the weekend! And I’m a huge fan of huge crowds. I decided on Spitalfields Market, clear on the other side of town from my hostel. Then I thought maybe I should try to go to the
The Energy Hall and Energy Ring
A mural made up of gumballs (up close)
Add that to my list of ailments
Even though it was FREE!, it was an excellent museum, very modern. At least as good as OMSI (and obviously way better that
I didn’t get very far in the museum, though, before it was lunch time and I was HUNGRY. I had meant to make myself a sandwich earlier, but I got really lazy after breakfast, and also realized I didn’t have sandwich baggies. So I was hungry and without food. The museum cafeteria served up enticing meals for seven and a half freaking pounds, so I decided to wander around
Old fashioned mile-marker
In back of the college, a veritable wasteland of kegs.
In the end, I sucked it up and paid the 7.50GBP for “sausages and mash” at the museum. Did they call them that because they thought tourists might get confused by “bangers?” Cuz I’m pretty sure tourists only come to
Anyway, as I suspected, 7.50GBP worth of food was too much for my small, but empty tummy. I had to very stealthily wrap the final “banger” in a napkin and secret it away to my purse. I felt like a criminal, even though I paid for it, and in an American café, they would have provided me with a take-away container. After I left the museum (much, much later), I walked the short distance to
Royal Albert Hall
So many pretty buildings