So usually when we travel, Les and I will get an early head-start to the day to make sure we maximize our time on vacation. But since we’re staying at Pete’s place, we apparently brought along our sleep-in habits from home and got up at an impressive 1pm. Nice!
Pete takes us to a pub for a Sunday Roast, which is the equivalent of going to church for Britains. Beer, Roasted Pork Belly, more beer. It’s actually surprising, there are so many pubs and taverns that I don’t think they have any restaurants in London. Based on what I noticed while walking around, here’s my impression of London:
Rest of the day, or what was actually left of it, was spent walking around the city. Here’s our route, which covered about 8 miles. Not bad! Only disappointing part, no one serves Beef Wellington anymore. Not even at a restaurant called The Wellington. What a tease.
Welp, 2 quick days in London with our gracious host, and it’s off to Paris tomorrow. The steak tartare is calling, and I must answer my master. Thanks Pete for letting us stay at your place, and for teaching me how to do air painting. Sweet.
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