Crappity crap I’m letting the days get away from me!
Sunday the main event was a test run of using the bus system to get to the places I would need to go on Monday during the tube strike (HostelàCity HallàMuseum). It went pretty ok. Well, I cheated on the first part and took the tube to London Bridge and walked to City Hall. I ate lunch in a little café (Prix Fixe FTW) in a square that I’m sure has a name that was posted somewhere prominent but I just didn’t see it.
Stepped out of the café toward the river to see this:
Then this:
This is me having recently seen that:
This is City Hall. It is modern architecture, in case you were wondering. I was in there on Monday for a lecture, and the view from the ninth floor is amazing.
After a terrible bout of being lost trying to get to the Museum from City Hall, I found my way, but didn't bother with going in. It was just a test run, after all.
I cheated and took the tube back to the hostel, on the belief that finding my way back was less crucial b/c I really just had to get to the Museum on time (spoiler, didn't happen, I was late) (double spoiler, it took me two hours to get home on Monday, but that had only a very small bit to do with my failure to test the route).
I needed to go to the grocery store, so I went one tube stop further than usual and got miserably lost trying to find my way back to the hostel. I was of poor humour about it, but I took this picture before I got lost. It's a lovely little community, much more diverse and active than the area right around the hostel, even though this is about a ten minute walk away.
That's Sunday. I'll try to blog about the Museum tomorrow. I think it's pretty much the only thing I did all week, until today, when I went to a delicious little Lebanese restaurant for dinner, which was interesting. But more on that another time.
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