Our being has been detected in inner Londonia. The gargoyles watch our movements from their perches above the bustling streets below. Last night's walk along the darkened Thames was a nice touch, although a door stained with bloody fingerprints did quicken our pace... No times for photos there. They call Bixi bikes Barclay bikes, but it's the same, but on the other side of the road. A late night ride home was exhilirating to say the least. The British museum is filled with gems both literally and figuratively. The Tube is pleasant enough, and certainly extensive. English ales are really nice both because they have almost no carbonation (amazing) and are lower in alochol than the North American average. The radar stations are picking us up, looks like we need to head underground to Churchill's war bunker.
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