...a glow worm!

My dad got that one.  He gets most things.

Back to London: High on caffeine, we left Bread Kitchen and headed to the Tower of London.

Walking past St Paul's

Yes, they are still here...

The site is smaller and cleaner. 

St Paul's 

Her Majesty's Royal Palace and Fortress was dates back to 1066, the Norman Conquest, and was soon seen as a symbol of the ruling elite's oppression upon the City of London.  Various tools were used. 

Flinger of large and hot things. Almost as good as Carl's.

Traitors were brought in through a special gate and tortured in special ways. The torture room was especially grim and we skedaddled out of there without photos.  Sorry. I will try not to let my personal revulsion get in the way of my reporting in the future. 

The Tower was also home to many exotic animals.

Baboon Above.

On the ramparts.  Tower Bridge behind.

Waling around inside made us thankful that we live in a democracy and understand the importance of hand-washing.  Life in the Dark Ages was rough.

We hopped on a bus...

Old double decker with back entrance.  Photo: EW

...and Alice got her FIRST bus ride since Duke Memorial in 2001.  Clearly we walk too much!

On the bus for the very first time!  Photo: EW

End of our long London day we were thrilled to not have to take the tube to the train to the bus to the train, the Sunday curse of living in East Anglia.  Instead we took the tube to Epping ...

Eric takes many great photos of us.  Photo: EW

where Dale from Arrival Cars picked us up on his way home from Heathrow.  Thank you Dale!

Back to life in Norwich. 

Onwards.