London is -- what else could it be? -- wonderful.
Tightened security meant that our plane was late arriving in DC from Heathrow, which meant in turn that we were late in taking off (1 AM). Despite having everything stacked against us for major jet lag and juvenile temper tantrums (and I'm just talking about me, let alone the kiddies), everyone has been cheerful from the very start. Our flat turned out to be at the center of London's gay pride parade, so getting there took quite a lot of time as well. Both kids are just out and out thrilled to be here, taking in everything with wide eyes and wider grins.
So far we have managed to: take a boat to Greenwich and straddle the meridian; ride the London Eye; visit St Paul's; view the remains of the Roman amphitheatre under Guildhall; visit the Tate Modern; eat chips with malt vinegar; take a tour of the Thames via catamaran; walk over the millennium footbridge; go to a street fair (where Kid #1 purchased a wooden gun that shoots elastics; he is terrorizing Kid #2 with it right now). We've been rained upon and have had the sun beam down on us in alternation. Tonight, off to a tiny toy store on Regent Street followed by dinner at Masala Zone. Does life get any better than that?