Euro Hotel Wembley
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- Continental Breakfast
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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 ...
... there for three nights during the war, he actually made a number of his inspirational wartime speeches from his desk in the room.
The tour was assisted greatly by the individual hand held audio device that explained each of the areas and exhibits as we walked through.
A centrepiece of the attraction is a biographical museum, covering the life and work of Winston Churchill. Winston Churchill was a fascinating character. A young, uninteresting lad, not ...
... beer bottles (metal) at the tree, eventually bringing the ball tumbling down. A great lesson on the merits of drinking beer.
The Tower of London's Crown Jewels display, updated in 2012 for the Queen's Jubilee, was the crown jewel of the Tower of London. There was much to read and see before even getting to the room that housed the spectacular bounty, and I learned a bit of history along the way. The newest addition to the crown jewels is a ...
... The only thing I have to compare the Tube to is NYC, which isn't in the same ballpark - but Laura: imagine NYC except people are normal, the guy playing music in the corner is wonderful, and the seats are comfy. It's pretty crazy.
I had no problem just wandering around until I felt like going home, then just hopped on at a random stop and was back before I knew it (with some serious cramming involved, it was rush hour).
... 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 ...