The body-clock synchronization seems to have worked. We slept until about 6:45, then hit the town. (Actually we hit the continental breakfast first, but you don't need every detail.)

Nobody, nobody, nobody does a space elephant like Salvador.
Of course, Dali is more than just elephants, giraffes, snails, ants, melting clocks and (inferiority complex inducing) exaggerated naughty bits. He's a high priest of chaos, confusion, multi-layered mixed, minced and masticated symbolism (I suspect his symbols had developed their own symbols), and unrestrained ego. It helps that he was also brilliant. It was easy to lose a couple of hours in the exhibitionist's exhibition.

We were unprepared for the interior of Westminster Abbey. From outside it's a huge crinkly construction to the glory of the Judeo-Christian god.
Inside, it's a mathom house for the glory of dead (rich/powerful) people. It's amusing to watch people try to navigate the abbey without stepping on any memorial stones. I guess it must be ever so portant how you walk.

It was a beautiful day to take a "flight" on the London Eye.
Late in the afternoon our feet were needing a tourist attraction like the Eye.

Then to finish the day: a meal in a pub in Leister Square followed by an evening performance of Wicked (which was much removed from the story in the book of the same name, but fantastic entertainment anyway).