31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 14

31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 14 - Our Last Day In London

The ceiling in the lobby of the British Museum

Our last day in London started by riding the hop-on/hop-off to the British Museum. I think we could have spent days there. It has amazing Egyptian and Greek artifacts, including the Rosetta stone. One of my favorite exhibits was a clock and watch collection.

Our plan was to next take a cruise on the River Thames but because of traffic due to a protest and the rain falling from the sky, we decided to ride the hop-on/hop-off bus for awhile. It gave us a chance to see parts of the city we hadn't seen yet.

We decided to get off on Charing Cross Road and had our last meal at Byron. After a delicious burger and milkshake, we went looking for bookstores. We found one that was 5 stories tall. We took our final ride on the Tube and we managed to use all but 30 pence of the money we put on it.

I liked my time in London. I was so surprised by the languages other than English that I heard and by how crowded the city was. I loved getting around on the Underground. It's amazing how far back its history goes and I'm really glad I got to see as much of it as I did. It was an awesome start to my trip of a lifetime.

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