Naturally, Chris and I did all the usual touristy bits of London. The highlight was definitely seeing A Midsummer Nights Dream at the Globe Theatre. (It isn't the original Globe of Shakespeare's time, but it is an exact replica - right down to the wooden pegs holding it together.)I was expecting the play to be a bit kitchy and touristy, but it was an incredible performance. It was funny and bawdy and kept the hundreds of kids in the audience in rapt attention for three hours. The actors were phenomenal. Anyone who gets a chance should go.
We also, of course, hit Westminster Abbey. Personally, I was a bit disappointed. It's old (about a thousand years), but nowhere near as fun as the churches in Latin America. I mean where are the decaying bodies of small children or blood-soaked effigies of Jesus? Also, they have a pattern worked out that you must use to get around the church. I saw the pattern on the brochure, but thought it was merely a suggestion. When we tried to go out through the wrong door, a very stern headmistress-like woman told us we needed to follow the route out. Londoners are very keen on rules.
Next to the Abbey is Parliament (which we only looked at from the outside) and Big Ben. We took hundreds of pictures in the area. After about an hour, Chris looked at me and said "I wonder what time it is?" I looked at him, looked at Big Ben, looked at him, pointed to Big Ben and said...."uh, you just spent an hour taking pictures of what is, arguably, the most famous clock in the world." We immediately headed to the Red Lion pub as Chris was obviously much too sober.
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