Thursday

How in God’s name is it possible is it possible there was more of this city for me to walk today? And that everywhere I had goes today was upstairs. And, yet, somehow, when I was leaving, it STILL upstairs!!!!!  My knees and feet are on fire. I am never walking again. Next place I visit is going to be no bigger than a postage stamp…say Monaco.

I started back at the museum because I only saw one wing the other day. Today I went for the other; again the DaVinci line was too long. When I walked over to where it was, the guy taking the tickets, asked told me they were sold out anyway when I told him the line was too long for me to wait I was just taking a peak. He then asked me to stand over to the side while he helped some people. He pointed to a particular area for me to stand. I did as he asked…looked up…I was standing right in front of the Last Supper. I almost passed out. I was there for about 5 minutes when he came and got me. He gave me a little wink as I left. Such a sweetie. I think we might be engaged now.

Then, I went to yet another museum…you know they have more than one in this town? I had afternoon tea at the British Museum. I would like to start afternoon tea in the US. I love it.

Then, of course, more damn walking. Even when taking the tube, have to walk to it one and then, there are stairs. Stairs, stairs, and more stairs.

I finished the day off by going to a show. We Will Rock You. The music of Queen.  Today happens to be the 20^th anniversary of Freddie Mercery’s death from Aids. The story of the show is ok, but the music is great.

I was standing here, overlooking Trafalgar Square, taking it all in. Enjoying the moment when I was brought back to earth by police sirens. Nice while it lasted.

Oh, hell no!

British Mus.

British Mus.

Russel Street. Last time I was here, I found Queen Victoria St. What are the chances I'll find Munoz St?