It's Saturday, no annoying clock to wake up today do not have to worry about getting up at a certain time.
In fact, it is a big thing for me, at eleven o'clock we still have breakfast. The thing is a bit 'desired. Today Inglese full breakfast, and then, from my point of view will be a brunch or lunch. We have no idea of the place where we will have breakfast, but we have a timetable to be met and the table says National Gallery.
I follow "Mamma Sylvy", looking around in amazement. Take the subway, I avoid thinking about the escalators, even if they are on an empty stomach and my blood pressure must be under the foot still sore from yesterday. We meet at Waterloo station and from here we head into the area of the London-Eye.
However, before doing anything else, we need food. And so inviting, the Thames, there is: Giraffe. We are attracted and enter. The restaurant is part of a chain, I think, because there are others scattered around England. It's cute, dare I say trendy. Inglese Full breakfast, we had already decided ... Pankake and also because we saw a waiter who was carrying a table to another and we were drooling all three mountain behind that sweet and caloric intake.
Pankake Cautiously we ordered only one, to be divided into three, otherwise we'd still be there, dying at the table.
Sazie, we are ready for the tour. In London there is too much tail-Eye, for our tastes, but the surrounding area is beautiful. The street artists are the masters, and it's fun to stay beside them to photograph them and take them back with the video camera. Also listen to the classic chimes of Big Ben, and then we head toward the center of the city, after admiring the works of Dali's just up the road.
We arrive at the National Gallery, and we do it on foot, arriving at Trafalgar Square with my feet begin to howl.
There is also warm and sunny, at least compared to yesterday, but we know that here, the weather, always changing. It's always a pleasure to visit the National Gallery, on the other hand the last (and only) time I was in London was back in 1995, the memories are vague.
After the National, we continue to wander around on foot, and my memory to remember all the hard way. Let us, however, to Soho and Oxford Street. Too many people, for my taste, but we're not the only tourists in London, it must accept it.
A coffee break at one of the many Starbucks is a must, begin to their addiction to espresso, which would horrify a bartender good Italian, but I like it.
And one more stop (mandatory for us nerds) to the Forbidden Planet. My love-hate towards this store has not changed in all these years, despite the different location. I also happened last time. Within ten minutes after less than enthusiastic and want to get out, disappointed. It will be just the kind of environment, claustrophobic as I know, I do not know. What I know is that it can not be a coincidence.
is approaching the time for the "mail in Eccleston," to tell the truth and Cla Sylvy'm more excited than me. I like him, but we are not at the levels of Mikeletto, here. We are really tired, but hold on. As the saying goes? Who takes the prize? We have won, although there has also put the time to spoil the atmosphere, starting to rain.
leaving the theater, however, now even the shadow of Chris. Exeunt all the actors (except Gillian) but he was not. A guy tries to discourage us, saying it came from the back. Be ', if it came from the back, perhaps, given that there is still a show to do, we will fall as well, from the back.
Let's go back! In the back
Sylvy chat (talk all the time ... and will spend a good hour before Eccleston back from his ride somewhere) with a fan, while CLA is a step to sit on. Porelli, can not make it more real. My feet are howling, but I'm afraid if I sit down to the ground and I will rise more, so resist standing. By Chris
even the shadow, but where accibacci gone? To kill the wait
a visit to the shop of Hello Kitty that is around the corner does not hurt. The
glimpse from afar, to me that I did not study seems to have a face furious ... And they say Mikeletto scary. Watching him as he approaches you understand that is not angry, but tired. Fortunately, we children, among fans, and push them
Speruma well! Chris
melts, smiling, at last, and is allowed to sign autographs and be done Pictures with this or that fan.
A passerby stops and asks if it is an actor, and he, seraphic, replied: Sometimes.
But where to live? But it does make the photo, bypassing all the fans ... was it a tactic? The legendary
Sylvy can have a chat with the Doctor, explaining that we come from Italy, but after that we made the picture with him, we did not have the courage to tediarlo yet. Sylvy and Cla I am on a cloud, but I am happy, and Chris, who must be a gentleman, does not come from the back, and goes ahead to be bore by other fans.
Ups, we have not given amaretti di Saronno! Patience, we will give tomorrow Mikeletto!
We are distraught, Sylvy should meet with her friends in London, but Cla and I can not do it and we go back to the hotel.
is true, however, that Murphy can not help but get the beep her, at least once! At the turn of a meter, announce that we have to take the line that is closed. Now we do not understand, but when we see the guard closes the barriers, we grab. So we have to go back and change a few stops further line. Luckily our feet obey, even though blacks pissed with both. Buy a couple of sandwiches, the donuts, the store is always open next to the hotel and more We're stuck in our room.
wait Sylvy hang with the paintings, chatting, and agonizing pain, and we can not afford to stay up late tonight, because tomorrow so that there is an alarm clock.
Hey, we need to be with the nine and we can not delay! * Continues *
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