The London Eye
14 March 2017
Today we met up with our buddy from back in the day, PDaniel, who lives in London now.
We were our way to the Hunterian Museum ("scary dead stuff in jars," he wrote, "very nicely presented, but still makes me squirm").
I had to stop for goats,
and for weensy wildflowers.
Among pickled sea creatures, diseased organs, and various mammalian fetuses, we found a build-your-own-mooseasaurus kit:
We had a pub lunch and then walked to the Embankment tube stop for one of the many available London Walks. This one was called "Somewhere Else London," and didn't have much of a theme besides what one could see from the banks of the Thames near the Golden Jubilee Bridge.
We began in a small, flower-lined plaza, which was once part of the river and now held multiple sewer pipes beneath the ground.
We crossed the Thames on the Golden Jubilee Bridge.
The London Eye:
The Houses of Parliament:
A new skyscraper is going up on the South Bank. "What's that blobby thing called?" I asked.
Our guide said, "I don't think there's a name for it yet."
The reason I asked is that there's a name for everything else: the Gherkin (which is behind the Cheese Grater in this picture), the Shard (it's not in this picture), and the Walkie-Talkie.
The Walkie-Talkie:
The Cheese Grater, with the Gherkin behind it:
And the Electric Razor, west of the others, which we could see from the deck of the Oxo Tower's 8th floor:
The Oxo Tower:
Thames panorama:
Saint Paul's Cathedral above the Blackfriars Bridge:
On a moored barge, cormorants, gulls, and guano:
What I like about this picture is that one can determine the direction of the prevailing winds. (Look closely; you'll get it.)
The last leg of the tour took us down Roupell Street.
Antennae, cranes, and the London Eye:
We hopped the tube back to the hotel and settled in at a wine bar, where Jack spent a small fortune on a glass of 1890 Madeira. I had a sip. It was a very good example of why I don't touch the stuff.
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