I'm not the travelogue sort of guy normally, but here we are in London and Mary and Becky have never been here, so we'll be doing some of the usual London tourist must-sees, so what the heck.
It was a night flight from Philly to London, so we arrived mid-morning to clouds and rain (Rain in England? Big surprise!), all of us mostly exhausted having slept hardly at all. We checked out our rental apartment (located in Chinatown, conveniently close to Leichester and Piccadilly), then cabbed over to Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum -- a Becky request because she wanted a photo of herself with the waxed Royal Family.
Well, the Madame Tussaud experience turned out to be more than I bargained for. There was a two-hour wait in line just to get in, mobs of people (none older than myself) inside and out, and you know I don't do those scenes. Then it was a couple hours (or so it seemed) of wandering through mazes of waxed famous people with hardly a place anywhere to sit and have a little rest. What I'm saying is this: I've finally caught up with my age.
Tomorrow Buckingham Palace and Big Ben and whatever else. Pray for my survival!
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