Rule Britannia
Today, we ventured out in our new boots (and rose print thermal tights for me!) to get as Britty as we could. We hopped the Tube to Tottenham Court Road ... for the British Museum! There, we sought to follow Tennyson's advice to wear out our feet in search of knowledge and stuff. (Cut me some slack, I was an Early Modernist, not a Victorian.) As Penn noted, the museum is both overwhelming and awesome, which meant we had to refuel. The big restaurant is closed for refurbishment and reimagining, leaving us with the pop-up No. 63. It offered crazy good holiday themed turkey BLTs (with stuffing and cranberry sauce) and wickedly rich roasted tomato soup with some oregano infused oil. And, wonderfully crusty bread. Yay--we were ready to throw ourselves back into the depths of history. I'm a smart person and a pretty decent writer, but words are inadequate to express what it's like to share thousands of years of hi...