Monday night, after my talk, we went back to the hotel. I was exhausted, but still too wired to go to sleep; and I felt like I couldn’t possibly end the night without going out for at least a short walk.
I went downstairs to the hotel restaurant, and checked if they were still serving dinner. (It was almost 11.)
Turns out I got there just a couple minutes under the wire. I was able to get some fish and chips, and something peas-based (I’m sure there’s a more specific name for it, I just don’t know what it was).
They were delicious, but part of me feels like fish and chips is one of those things that is best bought in a shop that gives them to you wrapped in newspaper.
I decided to walk down beside St. James’ Park, to the river. Fortunately, that takes you past Big Ben.
The London eye is pretty extraordinary at night.
Actually, the whole Embankment is extremely cool, though I almost prefer the view on the South side.