I’m back! From where, you ask? Well, let me tell you.
A charming view from the hotel window. Kensington is lovely. Too bad I’d have to sell all my organs and sublet my soul to actually live there.
The flight into Heathrow was uneventful. The Minion, the Mother, and I landed, retrieved luggage, made it through customs, and were transported to the hotel in good time to meet our marvelous tour director. The hotel, the Queen’s Gate, is easy walking distance from the Natural History Museum, the Science Museum, and the Victoria and Albert. It’s a slightly-more-strenuous walking distance from Harrods, as well. After a short nap (A Dallas-to-London flight without seats that lean back can be exhausting), we thought we’d scoot on down to the museums. There was an enormous, recursive queue at the Natural History Museum, so we continued on to the V&A. We only had a little bit of time, but we made it through the gallery of Islamic Art, then through the religious art of the Renaissance and Medieval Europe. By the time we had made it through only a few galleries, it was time to come back and change for supper.
Then jetlag attacked, and we were very ready for bed.
How splendid! Was this your first trip to London?
No, but my last was a good sixteen years ago. I said for years that I wouldn’t go back until it was to stay, but then the Minion wanted to go for her sweet sixteen. I suppose next time will have to be to stay.