We explored the Treasures gallery. The range was incredible. Sharing the same space were a Shakespeare First Folio, Tyndale's first printed English translation of the Bible, Ethiopian gospels, a paper with a scrawled draft by Ted Hughes on one side and a typed poem by Sylvia Plath on the other, even the draft of the Monty Python 'Spanish Inquisition' sketch, which was, of course, surprising, because nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!
We walked to Waitrose and on the way stopped to visit our old rented apartment in Handel St. Was it that one, or that one?
Picnic lunch purchased, we caught the bus to Trafalgar Square where kids were playing on Nelson's lions. The current fourth plinth sculpture is of a Malawi revolutionary and his missionary acquaintance.
Lyn wanted to see the Thames so we walked to this riverside garden for our picnic. The tulips are out and I found Tyndale again.
The nearby building had been badly splashed with red paint by pro-Palestine protesters. I fearlessly predict that Israel doesn't care.
We reached Westminster Bridge which seemed to be the epicentre of tourist London. They were probably taking photos like this.
Another bus ride brought us back. We walked through Russell Square for probably the last time. Everywhere the English and their dogs were out to enjoy the sunshine.
After a power nap we powered off to see Les Miserables at the Sondheim Theatre. We both thought it was overwrought, predictable and sentimental schlock. There were some decent songs but overall we were happy enough to see most of the characters put out of their misery and take their bows as ghosts.
Lyn is packing. We are ready to start the long journey home.
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