At this point Jeorgia has come down with some sort of illness we tried to label. David was not far behind her. She pushed through but we keep things flexible just in case.
Thankfully the Tube strike is short-lived though we elect to travel by Uber for the ride to Westminster Abbey. Meandering good time, so much more different than our last visit as kids. Still fun to see Charles Darwin’s marker in the church along with Isaac Newton’s and Stephen Hawking.
The highlight was Pops scoring tickets for all of us to see The Queen's Diamond Jubilee Galleries. This is a space they opened up to the public recently, 52 feet above the ground floor with spectacular views. The gallery itself was beautiful with all sorts of history—quite a few funeral effigies plus drawings and architectural models of the building itself for example.
A surreptitious shot from the gallery (of all the places they wouldn’t allow photos!).
The Ruegs crew really enjoyed their food tour from a previous day so they wanted to share for lunch. Once we arrived we discovered most of the stalls were closed and upon later discovery they were closed for post Jubilee recovery apparently. No matter though, lunch was salvaged by a great little Mexican food spot.
J and Mum abandon any potential extracurriculars and headed back to the hotel for the afternoon. Health note: J has tested negative for COVID so we believe she’s just given us the plague—the dominos are falling. The rest of us divide, conquer, then together make one more pass at Buckingham Palace with little success—the area was still in disarray from celebrations and in a full dismantling phase.
We each had a play to attend that evening. For the adults The Glass Menagerie starring Amy Adams and for the kids, Matilda. We finish our final evening in London…
Well, if you can’t guess this, you haven’t been reading.
P.S. Matilda was FAN FREAKING TASTIC! and we didn’t take a single picture, before or after.