Last Day in London: More museums and tea.

Mom and I went to the Tate this morning and, for some unknown reason/unlike every other dang art museum in this city, photography was allowed. And I didn't realize that until we had gone through all the rooms and I had taken a million stealthy creeper pictures from behind my floor map. Honestly. So, I insisted we go through the earlier rooms again--because I just don't understand art after 1900--to take better photos and details of my favorites.

Lady Hamilton was a babe.

 True Life: I'm obsessed with Gainsborough.

Precious 18th century baby nugget dress as Henry VIII!

True Life: I'm also obsessed with archery portraits.

New husband. Two guesses who.

I will say, I thought American art was bad in the 17th and early 18th centuries, but then I discovered British art of the 16th and 17th centuries. My heart.

Is she dead???

Sir, your pants are missing.

I just can't. WTF???

On the way up to Trafalgar, we stopped by the Horse Guards. It must be so irritating to have to put up with tourists all day... Bless those horses and guards.

Horse Guard is unamused.

And, it only took me two weeks...but I finally, finally, finally got the up-close-and-personal creeper pic of Col. Tarleton that I've always wanted!!!!!!

Success is sweet. Banastre Tarleton is even sweeter.

As a side note, my mom asked "Who is Ba-nass-tray Tarleton and why do you like him?" 1) Are you even my mother? 2) "Ba-nass-tray"???????!!??! 3) Without question, I'm naming my first child Banastre if only to torment my mom for the rest of forever. Second child will be Horatio, obviously. Last one Beau. This trip has been so inspiring for naming future children, let me tell you.

We also popped inside St. Martin in the Fields for the first time ever, having passed it by at least 25 times. I wish we had been able to go to a candlelight concert--I can only imagine how beautiful the atmosphere would have been!

 Nothing says Christmas like silver ladies, garlands, and wonky windows.

We returned to the hotel for afternoon tea and miniature treats. The spiced chai tea warmed my soul, and the baby violet cupcake and strawberry macaroon were delicious. If I could eat those for the rest of my life and not turn into a cow, I would be perfectly content.

 Hobbit-sized treats for a...hobbit.

These two weeks have flown by. I really don't want to leave. Packing has been so depressing, mostly because I'm putting Wee Little Nelson in my suitcase with Wee Little Wellington, Charles II, and Wren.

The Gang's all here...