London!
Day 4 – Windsor, Pot Pie, and an… Ice Bar

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Traditional English breakfast: meh. I think the kiwis did it better (maybe their tomatoes get a lot more sun down there).

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Managed to catch the train from Victoria Station to Windsor.
On the train!
On the train!
In Windsor near Queen Victoria's statue.
In Windsor near Queen Victoria’s statue.
"To the castle."
“To the castle.”
@Windsor: a view of the castle grounds through an entry archway.
@Windsor: a view of the castle grounds through an entry archway.
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Walking up to Windsor Castle.
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Windsor Castle doodle #2 by yours truly.
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Check out Queen Elizabeth’s joyful smile!
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Yup, still Queen of Scots.. fearsome.

Below: this is me, mid-“there’s no line!” dance. Because, you know, there was no line to get into the state rooms and see the amazing doll house display, with supposedly electric and plumbing all working. Unfortunately, this did not preclude them from prohibiting picture-taking inside. Sheesh. We did go ’round the doll house twice, the castle guard was happy to let us through again. “If you like it so much and want to see it again, go ahead!” he said with a cheerful smile.

No line! Wheeee!
No line! Wheeee!
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Panoramic of Windsor Castle. You can’t tell but it was really windy this day.
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Doodle of St. George’s Hall by yours truly (where they set up great big dinners) in Windsor Castle. Complete with scribble of Christmas tree.
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What do you think, does it look anywhere close to this photo of a postcard of a photo of St. George’s Hall?
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Royal corgi!

Finally, the part most relevant to the topic of this blog: an absurdly late lunch at The King & Castle in Windsor around 3pm.

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Ate a late lunch at the King and Castle, with a surprisingly good beef pot pie. Gravy and fries makes a pretty good combination.
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Soho at night: so many pretty lights!

I <3 public transit exploration!

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Playing a learned urbanite tube rider.

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Slice snapshots at the most generically named place ever: Sports Bar & Grill, to watch the Vikings play [American] football. Them ‘cajun creole’ chicken fingers just tasted like chicken fingers (good, but not spicy). Brits is funny. What’d they go conquer the whole darn world for if they weren’t gonna use all them spices right??
Don’t go to the ice bar when you visit London. I went, so you don’t have to.

We also went to an ice bar, where everything was made of ice, and you get loaned a coat with gloves attached. It was a touristy as you could possibly make it. Clearly, K made the best of it in these photos.
We also went to an ice bar, where everything was made of ice, and you get loaned a coat with gloves attached. It was a touristy as you could possibly make it. Clearly, K made the best of it in these photos.

..but if you do decide to go, go on a Sunday in winter, when it is half-price and there is no legendary wait time to get in.

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