On Thursday, we took the boat – Thames Clipper – to Greenwich.
We walked around with the other tourists, and came back by train, and went into the tower of London. At the Tower, we caught the last Ranger guided tour of the day, and got a Ranger with a good sense of humor, or I guess that’s humour. I didn’t take any pictures. We shuffled with the other tourists past the crown jewels – with movies of the Elizabeth II coronation from 1953, and the jewels themselves, to entertain us, as we made our way through the ropes. In front of the crowns, they’d installed an airport-style moving side walk to move the viewers along. We also looked at Henry the VIII th’s armor – another new special show, ticking off another tube station poster of attractions we’d visited.
We tubed back to our apartment, getting soaked in the process, mostly climbing the hill up from the Tower to the tube station – but the sun was shining by the time we got back to Russell Square.
We dried out and cleaned up and tubed out to Hackney for our dinner at Jamie Oliver’s Fifteen. I kind of think Mark & Ethan liked it a bit better than River Cafe. I liked my appetizer better at Fifteen, but somehow the whole experience at River Cafe was more what I liked – only natural I suppose that the guys would prefer the dining experience created by a 30-something guy, while I was happier in the middle-aged woman milieu. Or else it could have been that the pork belly at Jamie’s was just fattier than I liked. We asked to peek into the Dining Room – we’d been in the Trattoria – and our rather cool waitress got pretty enthusiastic to show us around, and rolled up and taped out menu for me to take with.
We ran thru the restored St Pancras Station on the way back.