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It's 2am and I really should be either sleeping or packing for El Salvador, but Dora's Europe post has inspired me and if I don't do this soon, I'll be backlogged with pictures from three continents. So while I torture my tired eyes a few minutes more, here are some pictures to give you a taste of where I went and what I saw while romping about in the UK.
Ah, plays. I admittedly haven't seen much beyond high school productions and Broadway musicals, so the blazing wit caught me rather by surprise. This was "Blythe Spirit" at the Savoy Theatre in London.
On the tube near the financial district during rush hour.
The street on which we stayed.
Windsor Castle.
Girl with Irish wolfhounds.
View from the tip-top of St.Paul's Cathedral.
Stonehenge was...well, Stonehenge. Fascinating, majestic, older than the imagination, but roped off and surrounded by tourists milling about in every direction.
The Cotswolds remain my favorite area of England. Hong and I spent two nights at a bed & breakfast on a hilltop sheep farm near Winchcombe, nearly an hour's drive away from any major tourist attraction and all the more beautiful for it.
...actually, in order that I might not bore you, methinks I'll save Ireland and Scotland for another post. That and I'm dying for a shower.
Ah, plays. I admittedly haven't seen much beyond high school productions and Broadway musicals, so the blazing wit caught me rather by surprise. This was "Blythe Spirit" at the Savoy Theatre in London.
On the tube near the financial district during rush hour.
The street on which we stayed.
Windsor Castle.
Girl with Irish wolfhounds.
View from the tip-top of St.Paul's Cathedral.
Stonehenge was...well, Stonehenge. Fascinating, majestic, older than the imagination, but roped off and surrounded by tourists milling about in every direction.
The Cotswolds remain my favorite area of England. Hong and I spent two nights at a bed & breakfast on a hilltop sheep farm near Winchcombe, nearly an hour's drive away from any major tourist attraction and all the more beautiful for it.
...actually, in order that I might not bore you, methinks I'll save Ireland and Scotland for another post. That and I'm dying for a shower.