Euro Hotel Wembley
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... about 200. The roads were tight and the buses made it far tighter. Uncle Nick's apartment is amazing. It is a gated community on a very busy road full of shops. There is a cafe and 2 ice cream shops under some of the apartments. The flat is only 1 year old, modern and huge. We will be back in London on September 20th to stay again until we leave for home. It is also a 20 minute walk from ...
... boat descended the first of five huge, deep, staircase locks which were cut out of solid rock. Had I seen these locks before venturing on our trip, I would have had second thoughts! This one made ours look like baby-locks.
Chester has preserved several medieval buildings, but what caught our attention were the distinct black and white half-timbered buildings and "Rows", two-tiered medieval galleries ...
... Rachel saw a sparkley bracelet that she liked. The initial price was £15, as she was undecided the man said £10. She thought it best to look around ss it was the first shop we had gone into. As we were heading out of the shop the man said "ok how about £5, you are my first customer". Here started the morning of bargaining for anything you touched. Regardless of time, all stall holders told us they were giving ...
... the river as you go. We saw a great pub which is one of the oldest in the city and was apparently frequented by thieves and smugglers back in the day. We would have liked to go and see it up close, but we had no idea how to get back there from the land!
At Greenwich we didn't have much time before things would be closing so we just went to the Royal Observatory. Which was interesting, lots of old clocks and telescopes and obviously the Meridian line.
Greenwich is ...
... of France grow larger in return.
Northern France was observed as a blur. Pulling into Paris at dawn, I had six hours to kill before the next coach left, this time for Madrid. The morning rush came and went. A lone guitarist played to himself. I listened and waited. And waited some more.
The journey to Madrid was punctuated by an evening stop at La Rochelle, and a check of passports at the Spanish border, where I had an early lesson in the importance ...