Today was our first busy day out.
St. Pancras to British Museum by bus.
British Museum to Westminster Abbey / Parliament by bus.
Abbey to Harrod’s by bus.
Horrid Harrod’s to Natural History Museum by bus.
Natural History Museum to Yem’s for dinner by tube.
I was so proud that I concocted such a fluid route that I failed to think that anything along the route could be a bust. The British museum was great fun, although at a certain point I started to feel, shall we say, Pot Fatigue. Pot fatigue is a serious illness in all archaeological museums, but I think the British Museum contains more jugs, pots, and other specimens of the species Mundanus Containerus than any other place on earth. Some things were very cool though. The corpse of the poor Parthenon is divided into so many parts, but it was still a thrill to see it.
Westminster Abbey was nice, and like most non-free attractions in London is overpriced. I didn’t think so at the time but after spending a few days on the continent, I don’t know why the British price their historical sites so dearly. I had never really seen spectacular stained glass before, and the Abbey’s windows were breathtaking (on Feb. 15th that is. By today, Feb. 22, they are merely very nice).
Harrod’s was a nightmare. I envisioned being able to peruse the vaunted food halls for epicurean gems, all I saw was a flowing sea of tourists and islands of small disappointing displays. So we left and had a sandwich lunch at one of the ubiquitous Pret-a-Mangers. I thought it was quite a good sandwich, Schmoops thinks sandwiches should be restricted to the home-made variety and subs to the fast food venues.
The Natural History Museum is adjacent to the Victoria and Albert Museum, and we waffled for a bit since we could only see one, and were drawn by promises of a huge dinosaur within. All the displays we went through seemed to be geared toward an juvenile audience, and were ok, but not particularly gripping. However, there were many many fossils of monumentally large ancient sea creatures which were probably the best part of the visit. The dinosaur skeleton itself was incredible as well, and bigger than Tyrannosaurus Sue of the Field Museum, but still not as cool since it is only a cast of a skeleton owned by Some Rich Dude. They had a larger collection of real dinosaur fossils on display, but there was a 45 minute queue so … we would rather go have dinner instead.
Dinner … was wonderful. There were three things I wanted to eat in London: curry, fish and chips, yorkshire pudding. Schmoops also wanted the first two, and didn’t know anything about the third but ended up liking them. For dinner Yem Dreyll and Ebis took us to a nearby Indian restaurant called Cinnamon Tree. We had Chicken Balti (5 out of 5), Chicken Madras (4 out of 5), some lentil dish starting with D (Dak-something? Dash-something? 4 out of 5), Chicken Tikka (because Yem mistakenly ordered it instead of Chicken Tikka Masala, 3.5 out of 5), and Lamb Something. Ebis ordered it and couldn’t remember what it was. Which is sad because it was our favorite thing of the night – 5 out of 5. The Madras and Lentils would have been at least 4.5 out of 5 except for the fact that the Madras needed a bit more sugar, and the lentils a bit less.
Then we went back to the apartment and hung out. Good day.