Offices of the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health. Nothing to see here.
Right now, I'm sitting on my couch in Los Angeles and falling asleep as I write this. It's already 7 am almost in London, and we've been up for 24 hours now. Not that it compares to being on call, but still, we're tired.
We got up early Thursday morning to see some last sights, but everything was still closed. We walked by the Royal College of Paediatrics near Great Portland Street. Nothing to see there. Then we walked to the house of Charles Dickens, which wouldn't open until 10. Since it was still early, we went to the British Museum for a short while and then we had to get back to the hotel to collect our luggage and leave for the airport.
An hour on the Tube and we were waiting in line at the terminal. An hour later, we were at our gate. Eleven hours later, three movies, and level 36 of Tetris on the personal onboard entertainment system, and we were at LAX.
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