We slept very late, emerging around lunchtime for Greg’s requested visit to a pub. At the Marquis of Warwick just down the street from our hotel, we tried a few different beers and ciders; Greg had a lamb stew with cabbage and mash, and I of course had fish and chips.

At Melanie’s suggestion, we had intended to hit a few South Bank sights, but I insisted we walk since it was so nice out, and we never did get there. We stumbled across the Noel Coward Theatre, which was showing Avenue Q; after brief consideration, we decided to go to the box office just to see what they had available, and left with fourth-row seats for the evening performance.

We continued to the Tower of London via Tube, where we caught the very last Yeoman Warder tour of the day. As the tour broke up after a visit to the Chapel Royal of St. Peter ad Vincula, we somehow got separated. I hung around the yard for a while before giving up and heading to the Jewel House (so did Greg). I went through the Jewel House twice, then returned to the yard to look for Greg before visiting the Small Armory in the White Tower (also Greg’s next stop). When I finally found Greg, seated outside the entrance, we discovered we’d been to all the same places, in the same order, and simply never run into each other.

I took a swing through the gift shop, where I noticed a bracelet I’d bought there in high school was still available (for the same price, as I recall), then we went to the nearby Eat to grab some dinner. Back at the Charing Cross area for the show, we arrived early and walked around the block several times, amazed at the density of theatres.

Avenue Q London was celebrating its first anniversary. I was somewhat surprised that they did the whole show with American accents, but as Jen Silber pointed out later, “we do My Fair Lady with English accents.”

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