September 9 – 15, 2019 – From London, With Photos Posted September 14, 2019September 15, 2019 kevinshanna Let me explain… No. There is too much. Let me post a lot of photos. RyanAir is the money-grubbiest airline I’ve ever flown or known. I was going to rotate this right side up, but the upside down seermed proper. It was a long ride from Stansted to our hotel… …but the place is actually well located and the staff quite lovely. Irony of ironies, we wound up finding a GREAT French restaurant… in Great Britain. This after having an Irish Pub in Bordeaux. Go figure. The pork tenderloin with sauce — delish. Chocolate mousse for dessert! I sent this to a Who-vian friend of mine, telling her I heard this whomp-whomp-whomp sound and then the Tardis appeared. Self locking? But… how? My early morning run along the Thames. That’s a big Budha… but I’ve seen bigger. A London Bridge… not THE London Bridge, but *A* London Bridge Along the Thames Path The official bird of London? Cranes. (Classic tourism joke for whatever city you are in… because every where I go, there ALWAYS seems to be construction). Message for marketing… and for living. Hitchcock lived not too far here… I wonder if rhese Birds know it… I made a short film parody of Independence Day called ARBOR DAY. It was about trees attacking. I thought of that with this sign. Well OF COURSE Big Ben is under renovation. So once again I take Mom to see a famous sight… …only to have it obscurred by scaffolding. The London Eye was still running… but I think it’s lame so we skipped it. Parliament and Brexit loom large… ….it feels like they’re striking the set after closing night. Breaking down the Clock A Jungle Cruise riff: The backside of Churchill! Westminster Abbey. Outside the downtown Abbey… downtown Westminster Abbey that it. Trump Toilet Paper — Two Rolls for Five Pounds. They were hoping to get sued by Trump. Hanging in St James Park… This pigeon freaked me out… but I thought I’d try Pirate Speak. Instead we just chatted about this and that. I just flew into London… and BOY! Are my arms tired! 10 Downing Street lies behind those gate. We wondered if Boris Johnson was in… …or maybe he already exited. One last look at Big Ben. Sherlock Holmes Statue at Baker Street; I was upset there wasn’t a statue for Basil of Baker Street…. …so I fixed it. Rubber Duck detectives. Outside 221B Baker Street. Mom pointed out this was installed upside down… I suspected it was to welcome their Australian friends! Weird rule — you think it’s etiquette/protocol or logisitically necessary to spread out the vibrations of foot falls? I feel like EVERY truck should have this on their boot. Thieves is right — and their names are Kate and William. OHHH!!! Royal Burn! (NB – I already used this on Instagram… but I really, really, REALLY don’t like the Royals. They’re like the Kardashians of Britain). Mom outside Buckingham Palace. Waiting for the Changing of the Guard – a ceremony which only happens on certain days. Othewise, somebody just taps the guy on the shoulder and they swap out. Here comes the band! And here comes the guns! Mustering the guards. The photo doesn’t do him justice — that is a HUGE horse. The guard has changed! This officer was actually super nice and told us a bigwig was coming… though she wasn’t sure if we’d see through the tinted windows. Who is it? But this copper said it was Prince William. I believe her. Buckingham Palace There was only a brief moment of sun before clouds rolled back in. So when there’s clouds… why not go for a glass (or three)! Plus some fish and chips! What’s a PIccadilly Whip? It’s like a Dole Whip but a bit more snooty. Spider-Man used this sign as a shield, y’all! Spider-Man! Mom at Tower Bridge. A perspective on Tower Bridge with a Dicker Decker Bus (my mom tells me as a kid that’s what I called Double Decker buses). Arty. This is a pretty great shot of us… it might get printed and framed. The Tower of London… I was too cheap to get Mom a ticket to go inside. The underground. I had a great friend in high school named Eric Bond. This one’s for you, Eric! I’d just like to point out the weirdly inconsistent exchange rate here. Same price in pounds, different conversion into euros. We surprised some Table 44 friends at their hotel — they just got off a plane and look terrific. But I snapped a TERRIBLE photo. Why didn’t I shoot a second? Seriously, Kevin. You stink. Cheers, Mom! Loved this bumper sticker. Ages ago, this is the train I’d take from Victoria out to Oak View. Weird to see it once again. Coming up on Stonehenge, y’all! There it is in the distance! I loved the rocks logo. And this bus promised to take us “To The Stones.” Story of my life. There it is… …the sheep couldn’t care less. Caution is right. You get too close and the alien death ray might hit ya. We kept trying to get a great shot of us there. And I kept trying to get a postcard worthy shot. Pretty good. I think I like this one though. Mom at Stonehenge! She rocks! There’s your Stonehenge. And there. And there. But this one might be the best of the rocks themselves. This one’s pretty good of us too. Sheep. I hear ya. You seen one lentil, you seen them all. Game of Stones! Ha! HA! True that, ornament. I was going to get this for ice cubes and then I thought, “What am I doing?!” How could this be on clearance?! To match my Star Wars shirt? I’m not saying it was aliens… but it was aliens. It costs more because I assume it was filtered through the rocks. I. Loved. This. Wine’s. Name. The wine? Pretty good. But the name? Top shelf! Every sign tells a story. This one tells a saga! Mom is at Paddington Station! Please take care of this bear… and this Mom! Paddington Station. Selfie! An important movie location to be sure! You have been warned. Piccadilly Circus. Man, what a crappy Circus. No lions, nor tigers, nor bears… no acrobats, nor Hugh Jackman in red coat tails. Warning signs. Trafalgar Square An ice cream truck that freaks me out. One last stop — the British Museum Reflecting on the Rosetta Stone.