I love walking. Especially in massive, cosmopolitan cities that make it a real joy. London is one of these places. Los Angeles is not.

Walked to a delicious English breakfast in Westminster at a shop they call Regency Cafe. Wonderful. Sausage, beans, toast, egg, bacon. The woman at the counter is something else. A nice lady with a Howitzer of a voice.

From there, I took a jaunt over to Westminster Abbey. The gift shop is a hilariously odd place. Religion and commercialism intersect in a depressingly funny manner. Pay £5 and get closer to God with this cheap ornament or relic!

Anyways, the Abbey was a gorgeous spot. I’d pay rent to live with immediate access to the College Gardens.

Took a stroll down Fleet Street towards the Tower of London. Occupy London was in full effect. Funny to see similar events taking place the world over in person. 

Jet lag is Satan’s gift to travelers. One minute I’m wide awake and ready to tear London apart, the next I’m waking up 6 hours later over the covers in full suit wondering what city I’m in.

For some reason, I went to a terrible facsimile of Tex-Mex and Texas BBQ called The Texas Embassy near Trafalgar Square. Not sure what I expected and a review is unnecessary. Wretched dreck. However, the upstairs bar was filled to the brim with young Londoners (or maybe more idiot travelers), including the cutest girl I’ve seen in a long while.

Post-rubber enchilada, I returned to the hotel and again fell asleep in my day outfit.