Over the past couple of days I've been asked for directions by all sorts of people. Last night it was a pair of teenygoth types wondering where the Virgin store was. I pointed vaguely behind me and then told them I wasn't sure, so they should ask someone who was actually from London. A couple of other times, though, I've been able to give accurate directions! I am totally fitting in. Uhrrm.
We went to Harrod's to get a glimpse of how the other half live, and it was highlarious watching the cctv cameras whirl and spin to follow our movements throughout the departments. Haw! Buncha freaks come in and buy chocolate, go figure.
So, today is getting off to a slow start, and the weather is very cold and wet and windy so i'm weighing my various options for the day's adventuring. Probably another museum or two, since London has about 47 million of them. I'm having a pretty good time, seeing the sights and taking photos. We keep tuning in to see how the US war mongering is going, grumble grumble. Bush is a shifty grinning little bastard. I am not a happy American.
I bought a warm fuzzy hat with earflaps.