Jolly Olde England

I just got back from two awesome weeks crashing with Andrea and Dave in Wimbledon. The best part was obviously hanging out with Georgia Ruth, their brand new daughter, who is an exemplary baby. She has convinced me to drop everything, find a woman, and have one for myself. The Wallaces are just a couple stops away from London, so I went down several times to see the sights, such as the British Museum, filled with glorious, glorious plunder from ancient civilizations:

The Rosetta Stone

And also the Tate Modern, filled with unwashed masses of art students and if-you-don't-like-it-it's-because-you're-not-smart-enough-to-understand-it art.

The plaque next to this one had a complete paragraph talking about how it represented Adam and Eve and something about sex.

In all seriousness, the Tate was pretty sweet. I actually spent more time there than at the British Museum. They have a lot of the cool pop art like Warhol and Liechtenstein, and the weird stuff like Dali. My favorite was this German portrait photographer named Sander who was taking pictures of everyday people in the 30s. Hadn't heard of him before this visit.

I also visited Chipotle.

Other notable places we visited: Hampton Court Palace, where 400 yrs ago this year King James commissioned the first English translation of the Bible. Westminster Abbey for Evensong service. Herrod's to marvel at all the things I'll never be able to afford. Regent Street to marvel at all the things I'll never be fashionable enough to wear. More than a couple pubs. Wimbledon Common. Kingsbridge. Hyde Park. Buckingham Palace.

I'm working on plans for when I can return. It's a super place.