This was my third or fourth time visiting Sir John Soane's, though the first time I have done the private tour. Private tour is just a fancy way of saying that we listened to this guy talk a lot about cornices and marble clocks. I have found, and it bears repeating, that the guards at Sir John Soane's are the most suspicious and most alert in all the land. You so much as breathe on something and they swat your wrist. Do not touch things at Sir John Soane's. That is not your chair to sit on! That is not your Egyptian sarcophagus to touch! The guide kept telling us about Soane's disenfranchised, profligate sons and it all made so much sense. They lived in a giant house they couldn't touch! No wonder they married scandalous women and didn't become architects.
There was a special exhibit on called Secrets of the Royal Bedchamber, which sounds really sexy but wasn't. It was six rooms of royal beds, and we saw lots of bedpans and warming pots and mattresses. There was one awesome room, however, where we were able to lay down on giant cushions and watch a series of dreamlike images float across the ceiling. It was hypnotic and nap inducing! Don't mind if I do!
The gardens were beautiful and everything looked green and lush. We played at the koi pond for a bit. Those koi. They'll eat anything! And I do mean anything.
Next we conquered the maze, which is easier said than done.
Finally, Josh gave the crowds a show on the lawn with his acrobatics. That picture is completely real.
Back in London, we took bikes into Hyde Park as the sun was setting. I tried to take pictures of the geese on the Serpentine, but they were too fast and it was too dark. So you'll just have to imagine them. And while you're at it, imagine the lights of the BT Tower flickering on the water. Because that was really pretty, too.