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I spent my final day in London traveling on the underground and walking around my favorite museum in the world, the British Museum. Deep brought Rick Steves’ Mona Winks museum guide to Europe, which I bought from him for help with the sights in Paris and London. Rick Steves has an interesting outlook and an engaging writing style that makes visiting museums using his guide quite rewarding. I have logged well over 40 hours at the British Museum and have not really seen it all, so this visit I restricted my scope to:
Being properly awed, I joined the British Museum Donors Society for a reasonable donation, and headed out to Leicester Square to buy theater tickets. Of course, I picked the worst line that was staffed by a friendly and cute but very slow working woman. More than an hour later, with ticket securely in hand I walked to Trafalgar Square and to the National Gallery.
The National Gallery is a wonderful review of the art I had seen during my voyage. Starting with the Medieval period, through an impressive array of Italians, Dutch, Baroque, British, and through Impressionism, I found myself having a much deeper appreciation and understanding of the art than at the start of the journey. A wonderful way to round out an extended experience of the art of Europe.
As the National Gallery closed, I headed off to Piccadilly Circus for dinner and then saw "The Complete History of America - Abridged" by the Reduced Shakespeare Company. If you have never seen the RSC, I would highly recommend them. The play they are renowned for is "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Abridged" which they rattle off in hilarious fashion in 93 minutes. This was an experiment with a different play for them, and it was pretty good. The most fun was to see the reactions of the Brits, especially during audience Q&A when one astute fellow asked, "Why do Americans re-spell all our words but can’t come up with new town names?"
After the play and wondering a bit around London I headed to Gatwick airport, lounged for a few hours, and flew to San Francisco, where I amazed myself by staying up the entire time (over 50 hours by this point, on 2 nights of little sleep before that) just to beat jet lag. Small price to pay - it worked! Alas, the vacation was at an end. Next time - India!