The first two days in London were so intense that we did not have time to share with you our first leg of the trip. We are going to fix that right now.
Nice > London
To travel is to live several days in one day, and for this one, I have lived at least four.
- Raised at 5 am;
- Amélie told us about her new home on the way to the airport;
- On the plane, I traveled to the island of Aran in a book;
- In the middle of a typical old-fashioned charming England mansion, we tasted what this country is doing worse: a Twinings tea with milk, which two sugars can not make drinkable;
- We ate burritos sitting in the grass in front of Buckingham Palace (the delight combination of class and absolute rubbish);
- Joined by Thomas and Hyunah (glory to them) things got even faster;
- We saw Big Ben and Westiminster;
- the Thames;
- Trafalgar square;
- A quick incursion into the National Gallery put us face to face with the Van Gogh Sunflowers, Monet’s Giverney Gardens, and my favorite Turner (who would do very well in our living room, but hey…);
- We went upstairs on a double decker bus;
- We ate in a delicious Korean restaurant.
All this in just 15 kilometers on foot, the feet a little swollen at the end of the day, and the brain that has not had time to process all the information.
The day after this wonderful day was barely less hectic, with Tower Bridge, a stroll on the banks of the Thames, the Tower of London, and Saint Paul which was a must for fans of Connie Willis as we are. The evening did not extend very late, because we had to get up well before dawn.