Forgotten, from London

The days between Portugal and Poland I weathered in London. The two main adventures I had in those four or five days involved cooking and attempting to navigate through London without a map (it was a challenge, okay?). The cooking went rather well; the navigation experiment not-as-well. Translation: I got ridiculously lost, wearing terrible shoes, while trying to find the British Museum and what resulted was a cranky and bitter museum-goer, who only saw the ancient artifacts as stolen property, and not as, perhaps, more properly preserved.

So, take a look:

A trip to the British Museum and other tales