Second Day in London

After another late morning with Don uncharacteristically dawdling and Wendy chirping bright and early with the dawn. We ate at the Hampstead Tea Room which shockingly served tea in a bag (unlike the superior Polly's). Then we caught the magical 24 bus to the British Museum, where we were able to stave off museum fatigue for a hardy 6 1/2 hours before succumbing under the weight of the sarcophogi. The BM has some of the best signage that I've seen in a museum: helpful but not overly intrusive, like those displays where you're forced to read paragraph after paragraph in very tiny type. When the BM thinks you should read something, they make a nice big placard with essential info boiled down to a couple of choice paragraphs.

So much to speak about that would be incredibly tedious to describe in detail. But maybe the best were the comic-like panels representing the childhood of Jesus: being slapped by this schoolteacher, accidentally killing his classmates who were then miraculously revived by the Virgin Mary (so common an incident that there's a panel depicting parents hiding their child in an oven so he can't play with Jesus).

Dinner at Paradise where I ran into--of all people, the Blonde Woman--while waiting for takeaway. To be honest, the Indian food at East Hartford is better. Disa, Tom, and Leo came home late after an overnight trip to Stratford and the thrills of Warwick Castle. Tonight, walking and talking and treats from the French patisserie. Nighty-night!