So, talky bit.
We came out of Belgo and wandered Covent Garden.
The street performers were out in force on the first really fine Sunday of the year.
If you're prepared to put your hand in your pocket you can be entertained there for hours. Of course you could get a drink and stand on the balcony of the Punch and Judy and get it all for free, but sometimes they send a collection plate up there too, and if you can afford Covent Garden beer prices you'd be pretty mean not to contribute.
We saw some good living statues - the idea is done to death so it's down to the performer to make it their own. And a dog in a doghouse - I know Dana has a good photo of that. She can explain. He was funny, as was the camp Centurian.
We browsed a lot of super-fine things. Dani bought an authentic Jedi robe.
She can explain.
I think we were mistaken for a couple by a gay ice cream seller - we got a big discount and a smile anyway. I had strawberry and Dana had coffee. We licked eachother's cones, in case he was watching.
We walked from Covent Garden to Leicester Square, to the outskirts of Piccadilly, then down to Trafalgar Square. From there across the Embankment and Old Father Thames to the South Bank. Again - LOTS of entertainment, from a free-running competition/ demonstration outside the National Theatre (official, set up with mats and pommel horses and other ways to simulate locations) to a sand sculptor, to a Cuban three piece band to pavement artists.
On the way back up to Waterloo station, we stopped for a hotdog. So a sister picture to the one I took of Dana in Glasgow. No Limey this time though
Still, if anyone can work a mouthful of hot meat product on her own, it's DanaC.