Been a while since the Astrals have been on the road. Over a year since we returned from the epic journey that was the genesis of this blog. Quick summary: we came off the road, sold the Eurovan and resumed a less nomadic lifestyle. I'm back at work, Astral Wendy is back at grad school, and Otis is back to being a lay-about in his luxury hutch, a stationary haymunch. I had to go to the UK on business, so I figured I would import Astral Wendy after my week of work and head over to Paris for a little jaunt. Since I came in through Heathrow, the plan was to have Astral Wendy come in Friday night, spend Saturday in London to get used to the timezone change, and take the Eurostar to Paris on Sunday. So here's some shots of London.
It was completely coincidental that Astral Wendy arrived the
night of the opening ceremonies of the 2012 Summer Olympics.
Surprisingly to us, Central London was dead.
We usually stay at the Radisson Blu right off Leicester Square.
I watched some of the opening ceremonies on the telly and popped out to
All Bar One for a glass of wine, thinking Astral Wendy would be tied up
getting through Heathrow immigration. As I was sneaking back to
the room, I ran into her walking down the street.
A sweet sight for sore eyes.
Astral Wendy discovers coolness everywhere. This is in the hotel stairwell.
Admiral Nelson I presume?
Ah! Summertime in England. It had rained every day for 2 months before
I arrived and stopped the day I arrived a week ago. Didn't rain at all up in
Kettering where I was all week.
London was eerily empty.
I'll say one thing for the royals, they know how to order a gate.
Just like a ballerina
Ooo-we baby, take off your shoes
Just like a ballerina*
One Saturday, we walked over to the Tate. Not only were the streets empty,
the entire museum had around 20 visitors.
When it comes to British art, with exception of Lucien Freud, I'm
going Pre-Raphaelite all the way.
Glass rotunda at the Tate.
Archangel Michael + Cranky Queen
They had these creepy cyclopic things all over London for the Olympics.
Do Not Climb? No worries mate!
The obligatory shot of Big Ben.
Since we were heading to Paris in the morning,
we decided to warm up with a nice
bottle of Chablis.
Saturday afternoon we strolled over to Covent Garden. London was festooned.
We popped into the upstairs of The White Swan to grab a bite. I'll grant it was on the early side, but
we didn't exactly have to fight for a table.
Astral Wendy went duck. An Excellent Choice.
Leicester Square in summer glory.
A bunch of Paris posts to follow. The best is yet to come......
*Ballerina, Van Morrison