V & A overload

Tuna

Thursday 27 June 2019

It was a Victoria and Albert day. First stop was Kensington Palace. We hadn’t ‘done’ a palace this trip yet, so we guess we should squeeze one in. They had exhibitions on George II and Caroline, Queen Victoria (from childhood, to marriage to Albert, through to throughout her 63 year reign). Quite interesting. However, it got busier and the morning went on and the last exhibit was bonkers. Full of people, each one pushing their way through and standing directly in front of the information boards.









We were done after about 2 hours so departed and went and found lunch in a nice quiet Indian place.

Our initial plan for the afternoon was to do a walking tour of the east end but our feet and knees were getting sore. So, we decided to go to the Victoria and Albert Museum, the idea being there would be benches to sit on. We had to wander through Hyde Park to get there. The place was full of people sunning themselves.  However, most of the ladies were in their underwear and soaking up the sun.





The V&A collection is quite big and spanning a large range. The part we walked through had jewellery, huge cast of things (like the statue of David), metal work, silver works, renaissance paintings, … 




Our feet were tired so we decided to head home. We stopped off and got a few bottles of vino for dinner and then decided to catch the E3 bus up the street, rather than walk 15 mins. It sounded good, but didn’t go to plan. The bus was stopped and waiting for a change in driver. However, there were a couple of really grumpy old people on the bus who didn’t like waiting, so got off the bus and then argued with the driver telling him to keep driving. They weren’t happy when he said no, so they kept yelling at him. For some reason that didn’t make him start the bus and drive on. It was also end of the school day, so the bus was full of feral kids being really loud. Eventually we got underway, but it would have been quicker to walk.

A sensational dinner of sea bass and a few vinos.


Going home tomorrow, not looking forward to the flights.