Thursday, September 29, 2011
London - Day Two
We're immensely interested by the World War II era in our house and hearing about my last trip The Heiress wanted to see the Imperial War Museum for herself. I wish that I had taken down the details of the painting above but my attention kept being pulled by a group of seniors visiting the museum. We listened to snippets they were sharing with family about being evacuated to the countryside, wearing gas masks or their treasure of half a tin of biscuits from the family's ration book. Oh to sit down with them for an afternoon! Forget the balled up tissue tucked inside a cardigan sleeve and their slow shuffle, I could easily imagine these seniors in wool short pants and starched dresses playing or helping out. After a bit I steered The Heiress to the exhibit with the bomb shelter you sit in and listen to bombs falling while it's completely dark inside...then a blast hits and the bench actually shakes! Or was that a hunger pang? We had a delicious soup and salad lunch in the cafe and strolled back in the sunshine to the tube station. The half-price ticket booth in Leicester Square was our next stop.
Tucked up in bed it wasn't long before we were out like a light. The Heiress was too tired to even worry about the butterflies that would come the next morning as we packed up her worldly goods for the next stage of her life in Canterbury.