After an okay but long British Airways flight in Premium Economy (the Brits love their classes, there were four on the flight) leaving from Trudeau at 10PM, we arrived in Heathrow at 10 AM the next day. Staggered groggily through security, retrieved bags, then found the express train to Paddington Station and taxied over to our B&B near Victoria Station.
Dumped bags, walked to station and bought an Oyster pass. Jumped on the Tube to Oxford Street and thence to St. Paul's. Grandiose but spare compared to it's Catholic counterparts, it was mobbed with people listening to uninformative audio guides and restricted from taking pictures. Paul rapidly lost interest and off we went by double-decker to Tower Pier. There we boarded a river cruise to Greenwich, home of the Prime Meridian and the fabulous clipper-ship, the Cutty Sark. One of the most beautiful and complex machines ever made, it is still impressive.
Then back aboard for the upstream trip to Westminster and Big Ben. Fading fast, we managed to tube-it back to Victoria and miraculously found a bus to our doorstep. After a quick pub supper. we retired for the night, exhausted.
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