We are in London and we are cold.
We've been having long days and late nights. We ventured into the city for Bastille Day in Paris and watched the fireworks at the Eiffel Tower. We strategically positioned ourselves on the fringes of a crowd and had our path to the metro charted out before the fireworks began. We left a little early and got back to our hotel around midnight. Enzo drove us to Calais in the morning, we took a ferry to Dover, arrived in London by bus, and then the Coordinatrix and AandA and I took the tube to the city and got the last four tickets to Les Miserables (it seemed like the appropriate show to see considering it was the day after Bastille Day). I blame the two late nights for my extreme tiredness yesterday, which I believe is how I ended up in the men's restroom at the British Library. The man in there using the facilities seemed undisturbed by my appearance and assured me not to worry about it, but I was still a tiny bit mortified and decided I needed a nap before more adventuring in the city.
My two new London loves:
1. One pound (price, not weight) sushi from Sainsbury's (grocery store)--cheap and lovely (which is not to say that it's going to replace Thornton's chocolate as my treat of choice in England).
2. Mock the Week--A British TV show that reminds me of Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me
We're going to hear a performance of the Mozart Requiem at St. Martin-in-the-Fields tonight and tomorrow we head to Bath. First, though, I have to find some warmer pants.
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When I was in Paris the women's line of the bathroom was so long that employees of the site I was at began ushering women into the men's bathroom. I was one of these women and was mortified to have to walk past the urinals that were all in use to get to the stalls. I was the only one mortified none of the other women or any of the men seemed even to notice.
Bathroom stories are always the best. I always use the men's bathroom at work. Of course, this is much different because there is only one toilet and one urinal in the place so I just go in and lock the door. It is only awkward when one of the male faculty is waiting out in the hallway when I come out. I like it. I just booked tickets to NYC for July 30th. I am a little excited. Just thought you should know. It isn't England, but it is something, right?
so jealous! it sounds like you are having a fabulous time!!
One time I accidently walked into the men's bathroom at work and saw one of the detectives zipping up his fly. So at least you didn't KNOW anyone.... I was like, "I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!" Yeah- awkward. I'm glad that you're having such a marvelous time even with the lack of sleep! (sleep nazi!)
Talk about sight-seeing! That's kind of funny. So awesome that you saw Les Mis in London! O England...some day.
My husband grew up in France. I've often heard my MIL talk about being cold in France. It and England are farther north than we sometimes remember.
I'm going to have to see if I can get a view of Mock the Week.
Yankee Girl--I would not have enjoyed that either.
Alice--Have fun in NYC!
Ann-Marie--I'm in a library right. this. second.
Annie--True. Knowing someone is worse. I've done that too actually.
Heidi--You should put England at the top of your list. It's a good time.
CSIowa--We almost froze in July in Russia one week too. It's just hard to think of July as cold anywhere.
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