Day 3: Sept 26th, 2007

Mike gets up and starts shoving me awake. He has loads more energy than I do, and up to now it's been surpressed by jet lag, but no longer. So, I get ready and we head out to check out the Tate Modern and see if we can catch a show at the Globe.

 

We get off the tube at Blackfriar's and walk up to St Paul's cathedral. The Millenium bridge crosses the Thames from St. Paul's to the tate and as you stand and look north you see a perfect picture of St Paul's and south a perfect picture of the Tate. We walk up to St. Paul's and then, because Mike loves exploring, walk around the alleyways along the river.

 

We cross the Thames after admiring the different decades of architechture that line it, and go to the Globe and get tickets for Friday's matinee showing of Love's Labour Lost. (It's what we're doing today, and we'll be standing in the pit. Oh, and it's raining!)

 

We have lunch at a riverside restaurant and head over to the Tate Modern in time for a tour of the conceptual and abstract art they keep there. Mike gets really steamed over a pile of Bricks the Tate paid for and we have coffee and fight over what gives things value: the thing themselves or the idea they represent. We're pretty tired after this, so we buy some postcards and walk along the south side of London.

 

Mike loves walking along strange streets, so we take a round-about way to the London Eye. (All this time, we've had no proper map of London, just a map we got the first day from a guy selling bus tours) We get on the London Eye just as the sun is setting and have a wonderful half hour going round and round.

 

The weather has changed to cold and nasty now, and I'm getting cold. We walk to Waterloo station and after wandering around for a long while find the station, get directions to the Sailsbury train - which we plan to take the next day - and then hop on the underground.  We get home after stopping, desperately, at the grocery store and getting some food and I pass out. Again.

 

This night neither Mike nor I sleep very much. Mike does a lot of tossing and turning, which makes our bed seem like a possessed ocean.