Today was museum day with Cheryl, otherwise known as teh Tate to Tate. We began by meeting her in Sloan Square, where she lives with her fiance Ryan in a charming one bedroom garden apartment with their dog Reggie, a handsome King Charles Spaniel. After arriving a wee bit in advance we were greeting by a wet haired Cheryl who was still in the midst of getting ready. She gave us a little tour and we set out to get some breakfast while Cheryl prepared herself and we awaited the arrival of Ryan and Reggie from the vet. W e ended up at a restaurant cafe, called the Botanist, which was recommended by Cheryl. It was every bit as stylish and cool as Cheryl promised. We began to order a ligth farre of croissants and pain aux raisins, but I happened to remember Cleber's request to try a typical English breakfast and so we scratched the breakfast a a la francaise and went straight for the artery clogging fare. I however excused my self from the experience and ordered granola and yogurt.
The English breakfast arrived momentarily and was most certainly the classiest presentation of lard and oil that I'd ever laid eyes on, it included scrambled eggs, several types of sausage, toast, portabello mushroom and bacon. Glorious, almost made me wish that I'd ordered it myself.
Once finished, we headed back to Cheryl's for the much anticipated presentation of Reggie who we had never met before. And he was sooo worth it. What an absolute love, and wth plenty of kisses to share. We could hardly tear oursleves apart but culture was calling. We all piled in to Ryan's Saab and set up top down to enjoy some indoor time, much to the chagrin of Cleber who could only dream of walking outside and taking photos. But it was the Tate!
We did the whirlwind tour of teh Tate Britain and got so lucky having caught the ferry just in time to continue to our next port of call, the Tate Modern. We viewed a photography exhibit by an American women artist, Roni. Did we understand half of it, no, but did I get a kick out of seeing stills of Phillip from Guiding Light, yes indeed.
We made our way slowly down the various levels of the Tate modern and made our way outside to find a little lunch. In keeping with teh English tradition we passed by the Globe Theatre and headed for the Anchor, on eof the oldest pubs in England, apparently it was a watering hole for Ole Shakespeare. Where we proceeded to order fish and ships, and all the while my body screaming to be saved from the batter fried fish and fries, but when in Rome.
We finished off our meals on the terrace of the pub and proceeded downstairs where we headed across the Millenium Bridge, where we would find ourselves in front of St. paul's cather\dral another important point of interest on our tour of London. We parted ways with Cheryl and proceeded to the Barbocan Center to meet up with Lara, for a sweet break before we retraced our steps back to the Thames to view the Tower Bridge.
Several hundred photos later we were heading back home and preparing for our last evening home. Once in the tube, I happened to sit next to a lovely Indian man who just happened to be born in Nairobi and who was a real treat to meet as he spoke so highly of the city and wished us well. At dinner that evening at the Banana tree, we ended up with a brazilian server, signs everywhere that our trip was going to be a fantastic one.
We returned home to find Sanj watching 24, we joined in and fell asleep within minutes after we laid of heads to rest. Only a few hours left before our big day.
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