The last leg of my trip was also my shortest. I had a twelve, no, make that a nine hour layover in London (I missed the earlier flight, whoops). So I really had to make the most of it.
Charlotte made me an itinerary that fit perfectly into my day. I started in Knotting Hill (A), looking at rows and rows of identical doors and some super awesome shoes that were all five pounds (unfortunately they didn’t have my size but I certainly tried).
Then, hopping on the first of many buses, I made my way to the British Museum (B) to check out the breathtaking foyer and the actual Rosetta Stone. It was also nice to take a break from the London drizzle. I ate lunch on the steps and watched school kids chase pigeons.
Next stop was St. Paul’s Cathedral and it was magnificent (C). I met an Indian business man and we chatted lazily about what sites there were to see.
I crossed the Millennium Bridge-breathtaking and so iconic-to the Tate Modern (D). It’s a huge, stark space and I got a quick look of some of the permanent collection. There were a lot of familiar artists (hello Picasso!) but the sky was clearing up and I wanted to spend as much time outside as possible before my next twelve hour flight. So I headed up river to the London Bridge (E) and London Tower (F).
Then another bus to Piccadilly Circus (the most tourists I saw all day, it felt like Times Square, G) and then to Westminster and Big Ben–my last glimpses of London before I had to get back on the tube for my flight (H).
London was brilliant. I went down the tube steps at Westminster with a heavy heart. I would have loved to stay longer, meet up with friends, do some shopping, visit different neighborhoods, watch a rugby game at a pub. But another time.