Because it was expected to rain and because I was a little sick of lugging it around (I don't mean that, baby, I love you!) I left my 20D at home, and contented myself with my little PowerShot for the day. We got to the Tower and had breakfast in a forgettable little diner place. Its most important quality was that it had seating. By this day, as I remember it, the pace was catching up to us. The periods of time that we could actively sightsee without resting were getting shorter and shorter.

As we were passing by, they had actors doing a comic historial re-enactment for the kids about a Scottish prisoner who escaped from the Tower dressed as a maid

A faux-CNN report on the Gunpowder Plot

Prisoners' graffiti from the cells

Where the Crown Jewels (real or fake?) are kept

These schoolchildren in their oddly archaic uniforms -- kneebreeches for the boys, skirts for the girls, covered with almost a cassock -- were everywhere

This was a memorial on the execution site to the people who had died there

Spoiler alert! Now you know how the second season of The Tudors ends

I kept calling the White Tower White Castle, to which Mike responded, "Where are Harold and Kumar?" Inside the White Tower: guns and more guns

Part of the original Roman city wall

After the Tower, we went to Bloomsbury for lunch, and then the British Museum. On the way there, we got a little sidetracked, which will be explained when you see this:

Can Mike pass up a comic book store? No, he cannot

We did eventually make it to the British Museum.

The Rosetta Stone, people!

A piece of the Elgin Marbles