After I slept for a few hours– the hotel was able to give me early check-in, bless them– I had a shower, got some coffee at the nearby Starbucks, then took the Tube to St. Pauls.


From there I walked across London Bridge, and back along the Embankment toward the Eye.


I’m not the only one who had the idea. There were LOTS of people out, in contrast to the rest of the city, which seemed kind of deserted thanks to the bank holiday.


I stopped in the Globe (I gave a talk there a few years ago, which was one of the highlights of my life at the Institute), and bought the kids t-shirts that say “Something wicked this way comes.” I thought about one that said “Out out damned spot” that looked like it was splattered with blood (they also had tea towels) but thought better of it.


I then went to the Tate Modern for a while. It’s an awesome space, truly incredible. I also stocked up on my postcard collection.


From there, it was down to the Eye. It was too cloudy to be worth going on it (I’m hopeful that Wednesday night will be nice), but I wanted to replace a bottle opener that I bought there a couple years ago and lost. Alas, it was not to be.


Then it was across the bridge and to dinner.

[To the tune of Django Reinhardt, “La Mer,” from the album The Best of DJango Reinhardt (a 1-star song, imo).]