Sammi, Pauline and I went out for what we had heard was the best Mexican food in London; a restaurant named Wahaca. It seems we weren't the only ones who had heard it was good given there was an hour and a half wait to get in when we showed up at 7:00. So, with time to spare we went to The Porterhouse for a few pints. Pauline has shown an impressive ability to put away the Guinness, as depicted in the mostly empty glass at the left of the picture.
As for the Mexican food, it was really quite good. Nothing that could quite compete with our taco truck, but then not much can. We enjoyed chicken and steak tacos, ceviche tostadas, and of course chips and salsa. They even carried a decent selection of tequilas and Mexican beer, including our favorite, Pacifico. I was a little shocked at paying £3.50 ($7.00) when I can get six for that price in the states, but it was a nice treat.
Here's Pauline atop a hill beside a Roman wall dating back to approximately 50 AD. It stands just across the street from the Tower of London, and is just a few short blocks from where our flat was last year. This hill was the girls' favorite place to play when Pauline would take them out for the day.
This is a photo of Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. The original was destroyed in the fire of 1666. The present theater was reconstructed to look like the original poet's half-timbered and thatched wooden "O." It functions as both a museum and working theater where you can see performances of Shakespeare's plays.
Pauline took a day trip to Norwich this week to meet Sammi, my local friend in the office. Sammi graciously offered to take the day off to spend a day showing Pauline around town. Here they are pictured at the beach on the eastern side of the island.
These are pictures of the shelves at a Pret a Manger, which is more commonly referred to as a "Pret." Prets can be found on just about every other corner, and seem to have about as much presence as a Starbucks in the states. They sell coffee, breakfast pastries, soups, and most importantly, sandwiches. The sandwich would seem to be a major staple in the Londoner's diet given the incredible number of sandwiches that occupy the shelves at each Pret. These sandwiches are pre-made, sliced diagonally, and put in display boxes for your perusal. They are just as commonly purchased for breakfast as they are for lunch. Luckily, Sammi, my local friend in the office, has taken me out to lunch to some rather nice restaurants, so I've not had to rely solely on the sandwich, which is what I ate a ton of for lunch last year.