Sunday afternoon at 5 PM - Lulu decided to take a little nap. So I strolled down the street to browse through the British Museum. I sleep literally 1000 feet or so from the Rosetta Stone - pieces of the Greek Parthenon - and a statue of Venus from 200 AD. The door is wide open and there are no guards to frisk you - you just saunter into history.
After about 45 minutes - I return home for supper. Lulu proceeds to tell me we are going to go to a concert in Hyde Park. Lulu has only about 2 or 3 CD's in her car - and one of them is Sting and The Police. Sometimes he is just Sting and sometimes he is The Police - I am not sure who decides which one he is - but he can really write and sing rock and roll.
We quickly eat and get on the bus to Hyde Park. I am a bit apprehensive because tickets for the event are 65 pounds - or $130 each. I had no intention of dropping $260 of Lulu's hard earned cash. We got to the park and lots of people were milling around. 35,000 people were inside the fence - but through some pretty poor engineering - one could watch the concert from the low crowd fence. So for over an hour we waited on the grass "along the rail." When the concert started - to our surprise - we could see the big screens and hear the music clearly. Lulu was very happy because she got to watch and listen to 2 hours of Sting and Harry was contented to keep his wallet (and the moths) safely tucked in his front pocket.
Here is a picture of the stage from our view - a news report from Lulu at the concert - and photos of Venus and the Rosetta Stone.
How much culture can a trailing spouse stand in one Sunday afternoon in London? Too bad it wasn't the Rolling Stones at the park - I could have called this story - The Rolling Rosetta Stones.
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