you spin me out of control...
LISTENING TO: Jessie J - Domino
Monday, Monday, Monday. After starting the day eating croissants and cursing the fact that we got to the Tesco too late last night to buy bagels (side note: found a really great bar and some really great new British beer last night - Wax Jambu and Tiger, respectively), Rachel and I made our way down to the Cortauld Institute Gallery, which was really great. The main exhibit was everything from Renaissance to Impressionism. It was also the first museum of the day where one of us got yelled at by a museum guard... this time because my camera decided to turn the flash on without telling me.
From there we walked down to Trafalger Square and the National Gallery, where we were hoping to possibly wait in line to get into the sold out Leonardo daVinci exhibit. We were kindly informed that we would have to get to the museum to wait in line at 5:30am. The museum itself opens at 10am. Suffice it to say, but we're not going to get into the exhibit. So we walked around a quarter of the first floor galleries (the place is HUGE and filled with student tours), we continued our apparent tradition of getting yelled at by museum guards. Me for tying to take pictures, Rachel for drinking water. In our defense, there were no signs to the contrary, but yeah. That happened.
After leaving the museum, we ended up in the heart of Trafalger Square, which has this really cool countdown clock to the Olympics as well as a giant inflatable sun held up by a giant construction crane surrounded by beach chairs and free Tropicana orange juice. We're still not sure what it was all for, but look it up on google images.
From there we walked to Picadilly Circus, where we stopped and had some really good pizza at an Italian restaurant for linner, then we went to the Royal Academy of Art where all of the free exhibits were closed and the line for the Hockney exhibit was out the door. So we're going back later.
After stopping at Tesco to pick up bagels, stopping by the fourth bookstore of the day and finally finding my book (I had to order it to the bookstore, which was complicated by the fact that we didn't have a phone number for them to contact us by, which thoroughly confused the poor cashier), we're chilling at home, watching tv and eventually going out again tonight (as says Rachel, "out to a bar named Prague... because we have to").
Catch ya later!
Monday, Monday, Monday. After starting the day eating croissants and cursing the fact that we got to the Tesco too late last night to buy bagels (side note: found a really great bar and some really great new British beer last night - Wax Jambu and Tiger, respectively), Rachel and I made our way down to the Cortauld Institute Gallery, which was really great. The main exhibit was everything from Renaissance to Impressionism. It was also the first museum of the day where one of us got yelled at by a museum guard... this time because my camera decided to turn the flash on without telling me.
From there we walked down to Trafalger Square and the National Gallery, where we were hoping to possibly wait in line to get into the sold out Leonardo daVinci exhibit. We were kindly informed that we would have to get to the museum to wait in line at 5:30am. The museum itself opens at 10am. Suffice it to say, but we're not going to get into the exhibit. So we walked around a quarter of the first floor galleries (the place is HUGE and filled with student tours), we continued our apparent tradition of getting yelled at by museum guards. Me for tying to take pictures, Rachel for drinking water. In our defense, there were no signs to the contrary, but yeah. That happened.
After leaving the museum, we ended up in the heart of Trafalger Square, which has this really cool countdown clock to the Olympics as well as a giant inflatable sun held up by a giant construction crane surrounded by beach chairs and free Tropicana orange juice. We're still not sure what it was all for, but look it up on google images.
From there we walked to Picadilly Circus, where we stopped and had some really good pizza at an Italian restaurant for linner, then we went to the Royal Academy of Art where all of the free exhibits were closed and the line for the Hockney exhibit was out the door. So we're going back later.
After stopping at Tesco to pick up bagels, stopping by the fourth bookstore of the day and finally finding my book (I had to order it to the bookstore, which was complicated by the fact that we didn't have a phone number for them to contact us by, which thoroughly confused the poor cashier), we're chilling at home, watching tv and eventually going out again tonight (as says Rachel, "out to a bar named Prague... because we have to").
Catch ya later!
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