This blog is posted mostly everyday when we take a break from our usual retired Life as former full-time RVer's and travel overseas.

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Another Museum and Theater Day–Sept. 29, 2018


I don’t know what or where it is either. This morning we took the tube to Victoria Station, then walked over to Victoria Coach Station to get our tickets for Tuesday’s trip to Portsmouth. Problem was we came out of Victoria Station through an exit that wasn’t there the last time we were in London. It was on the back side of the station, not in the station and Linda’s London guide got completely turned around. I just took the above photo to show where we had been. All I can say is she was very nice as I untangled myself from the mess, mostly by wandering around. Once I hit a landmark I knew, we were off on a beeline to the coach station. Blundering Bob.


The tunnel from South Kensington station to the museums. Today was our Victoria and Albert Museum Day. It’s another of those places we see every time we are in London. The tunnel is the best way to get there as you go in the small side entrance instead of the one at the front of the museum. In this case the station entrance to the tunnel and the entrance to the V&A were where I expected them to be.

What follows are a series of photos from inside the V&A of the things we like and a few succinct comments about them.


One of Linda’s favorite exhibit areas of the museum, sculptures. She’s not big on paintings, but that woman does enjoy sculptures.


Her favorite part of any sculpture. They have a life size copy of Michelangelo's “David”, and you what she looks at on it?, Not what everyone else is looking at, she’s looking at his feet. Thank goodness I have fairly big feet. Otherwise she would have likely tossed me back.


Linda’s fingers showing the size of two small carved ivory infants. We had twins. Our were exactly like these two. Meg was quiet and easy to take care of. Rich bellowed and thrashed about most of the time I’m sure there were times she would have liked to tie Rich down like this little guy is. Memories are everywhere.


Stop! I want to take your picture. So I stop. It was on the opposite side. The lighting wasn’t right. I take the camera and walk over here, motion her come over, which she does with that look that says, If I’m coming over there for nothing, you’re going to regret it. I’m the photo guy, not her. She’s the model, not me. She took it, I’ll post it. Good Bob.

P9290024I’m more than willing to bet the last time we were in the museum she took the exact same phot and I posted it. Unfortunately there aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything and scan our past posts to see if I’m right. As you might guess from the spelling and other errors that show up in these posts, I don’t have time to make many corrections in what I wright either. Oh, what I have on my hand is called a gauntlet mitten, designed do the wearer could easily hold a weapon in his hand., yet be well protected.


Card about the gauntlet. Photo by Linda. I don’t have a clue what the shadow is. Maybe a ghost?


We both knew what it was as we walked up to it. He’s part of the reason we are spending time in Germany in a few weeks., Tilman Riemenschneider, the wood carver extraordinaire.


The face of an Angel.


Linda's other favorite place in the museum, The Cast Courts. In the mid 1800’s the museum sent teams out to make casts of many of the worlds great objects.. You can see several of the casts being prepared for exhibit in the background.


It was fun time for some of the youngsters in the museum garden pool.


Another thing we always, and I mean always, do when we visit the museum. Eat a meal. The food is beyond awesome. Linda had a vegetable casserole and I had Ethiopian Lamb shoulder plus our sides. Truthfully, we could eat every meal here it is that good. Just another reason to return to  in the future.


The ladies of the Royal court wore their dress over this form, turning sideways to get through doorways. Then there was the corset they also had to wear. They say fashions come and go, let’s hope this one never comes back.


Just to prove there really is a tunnel entrance.


By now readers should know that a photo like this means only one thing. Another visit to the theater. And you know it is our G&T’s because you can see the tab tops Linda has already pulled. These were really hard to get off, but a strong healthy girl like my wife got hers off before her old decrepit husband got his off. Impressed Bob.


Theater selfie. We’ve seen other plays at this theater over the years, and it is the one right on Piccadilly Circus where you have to go down three levels to get to the stalls.  Once again great seats 5 rows back.


This was the play, and a comedy it was. It’s by the same group that wrote The Play That Goes Wrong. There was a take on the Abbott and Costello Who’s on First, that was really hilarious. It was as if they took the best from some old  and newer movies, adapted to the premise of the Bank Robbery,  and took it from there. It was a great time and the laughs from the audience attested to that, Linda and myself included.


10:20 pm on the up escalators at Holborn station. Everyone is on the down escalators coming from the nearby theaters. Tomorrow we have a few things different planned, if things go according to plan.

Saturday, September 29, 2018

London – A Museum and Theater Day – Sept 28, 2018

Did even better in the time zone adjustment department today, asleep just before midnight last night and awake just before 7am this morning.


This morning we put our plan together for the next few days based on the shows we wanted to see and the museums we would like to visit. Then it was off to the TKTS booth to buy tickets for the next few days. To any that are familiar with Leicester square, this is what the front of the Odeon Cinema looks like. There is a major renovation going on and it is closed for now. We don’t go to the cinema when in London. but one night we did watch the interviews with the stars of Eddie the Eagle in front of it on the movie’s grand opening night. Good memories.


Never a problem finding a restaurant in London.And if you can’t find one, which won’t happen, just come to the Leicester square area. The side streets are often nothing but restaurants. And no we didn’t eat in one of these. Today Linda has said we are eating in her favorite place, which is just up the street from where we stay, The White Hart Pub. Good food, good drinks, Happy wife, Happy Life.


On Aldersgate street over near St. Paul’s Cathedral we passed by this sign, a little something for any Methodists among the readers of these writings. Speaking of Methodists, it reminds me that on one of previous trips to London we visited an important Methodist church where there was a plaque stating that some of the only remaining original crappers were still in the building. I’ll let you decide what that says about Methodists.Flushed with emotion Bob.


A Wall of plaques commemorating  those who gave their lives saving others. Here are four of them. It was a very sobering place.tucked back in off the street.


After watching the Time Team episode on London we just had pay a return visit to this museum.


While we were there, at 115 there was a going to be a live demonstration of Roman London artifacts. Ms. Wanted to Be an Archeologist was waiting while the docent set up the exhibit. He asked me not to show his face, so that is why it is blanked out. I suggested Linda was sitting there to rest her feet. I was informed in no uncertain terms that she was there to be first in line. Confused Bob.


Linda learning about Roman London, which the Romans called Londinium.She was really into it. I sure won’t ever accuse her of not paying attention to Time team in the future.


The highlight of the trip so far for Linda, handling a piece of actual Roman glass.I have to admit is my highlight also, the smile on Linda’s face as she held it was absolutely priceless. It was the top of a small vial to hold a cosmetic oil or cream. The glass itself was very thin and delicate, no wonder so many exist only as broken pieces.


What the vials looked like. They were 2 1/2 to 3 inches tall according to Linda.


She even took a photo of the description.


Long time readers know all about Linda's thing with taking feet photos. This is a tiny roman oil lamp in the form of a foot with a sandal on it.I just knew when I saw it in the museum that a photo of it would appear when I downloaded her camera images. From past experience I know to post it. Nice photo Linda.


Another of those, I know I will hear about it if I don’t post it photos. Roman mixing bowl set.


A Doombar for me and a G&T for Linda. She was excited because the tonic was fever Tree, what she always buys back home.


Why we always eat here when in London. It’s not the traditional pub food. Vegetarian lasagna for Linda, a portabella burger for me. And the timing was perfect, after lunchtime and before the evening mob.


Tonight's play was a courtroom drama, and the place the drama was performed was an actual courtroom in the London County Hall.


Once again great seats and at a huge discount.


The view beside my seat. The witness box is right there. It doesn’t get better than that.


The low price seats are at nosebleed level, but our tickets cost less than theirs did if the paid full price. Being flexible in what we see and standing in line at the TKTS booth has its rewards.


By now you should know I always post a theater selfie. Oh, and the play, it was Agatha Christie’s Witness for the Prosecution. Even though Tyrone Power, Charles Laughton and Marlene Dietrich were not members of the cast, it was still great. Linda had never seen the movie, it’s what I get for marrying  such a young girl, and I was nice and never divulged the ending to her. Nice Bob.


It was a little interesting getting back to the hotel. The County  Hall is on the south bank near the London Eye and Waterloo station. It is always interesting coming out of a theater at night with people going in both directions and not always being perfectly sure which direction to take. It was easy tonight as everyone seemed to heading to the station. However the underground at Tottenham Court Road was packed to the gills and beyond when we tried to get on the Central line, what with the Piccadilly line still down. You know what I mean if you’ve been here during a tube strike action. The thing to do is to keep your eye on the prize, which getting back to the hotel.


Of course not all is jam packed corridors, and that is when the ever alert eye of Linda makes contact with a wayward can. Then quick as wink the tab is snatched and she is off again. What a woman! Lucky Bob.

Friday, September 28, 2018

A Taste of West End Theatre – Sept. 27, 2018

Our staying awake all day yesterday worked like a charm. We awakened this morning at 4 AM, totally refreshed and ready to go. Hard to believe we slept for almost 11 hours. You see, that 4 AM was the time I normally wake up in Texas, meaning it was 10 AM here in London. What works for us isn’t for everyone, and there are likely even better ways of avoiding jet lag. Just so long as one doesn’t suffer from jet lag, that’s all that matters.


I’m not sure what happened to some of the photos on yesterday’s post, but she who reads them after I write them said a number of the photos weren’t very sharp. I took it as a very nice way of saying a messed up badly. This morning, once we were up and going, we headed off to Leicester Square to get theater tickets at the TKTS booth. The photo is taken as we took the escalator down to the Piccadilly line at Holborn station. That’s when we discovered the Piccadilly line is on strike through Saturday. No problem, just took the Central line one stop, changed to the Northern line and two stops later were at Leicester Square. Not to brag, but Linda always has a very good guide when she rides the Underground. Braggart Bob.


This will not be our only time standing in line here. And actually the line was not that long compared to what it can be.


No breakfast photo today, simply because by the time we bought the tickets, it was already past noon. We happened across a Thai restaurant  on the edge of Chinatown, and the prospect of Thai iced tea and green papaya salad called to me along with satay chicken. Linda opted for cashew chicken and tea, so there were two happy people at our table.


Last year for some unknown reason I read Oscar Wilde’s play “The Importance of Being Earnest.” Now I know why.


Nothing like a double gin and tonic before the play.


Right up near the front as always.


Happy theater goer’s. There’s a couple of lines in the play that go something like this. Male to female: You’re perfect.” Female to male: “Don’t call me perfect, there’s no room for improvement.” Regardless, my feeling is Linda is about as perfect as a person can be. Nice Bob.


“The Play That Goes Wrong”, this will be our third time seeing it, a must see every time we are in London. It’s now also on Broadway, but since we are West End theater lovers, it’s a bit more of a trip to see it. This is not the only reason we are in London, but it’s definitely part of the reason.


Nothing like a double gin and tonic before the play, again. The reason for the double gin is because a single shot of gin is too weak according to the family gin maker. And I agree because she makes an awesome gin and tonic.


Relaxing before the laughs. And in this play the laughs are almost nonstop.


The theater is about a ten minute walk, if that, from our hotel. Now to decide what we will be seeing over the next couple of days. There are more plays we want to see and also places we want to see, museums, some we haven’t visited before, art museums and time team dig sites. Guess we’ll just have to plan another trip to London. Life is Good.