The next day was the London Marathon. While we saw runners at a distance, we had other fish to fry.
We took the Underground to the Tate Modern. It was one of my favorite parts of the trip. First we had a delicious lunch in the museum restaurant, and then we looked at all the art.
A small sampling of the art we saw there. There were four or five floors.
By the end, Dave's ankle was bothering him, so he relaxed while I gazed.
That's me on the far right.
St. Paul's cathedral was at the other end of the bridge.
The next day, we boarded the train again, this time for Scotland.