It was a day for climbing up and down narrow spiral staircases and failing to be shocked at the tales of treason, infidelity, incarceration, beheadings, and other political and religious shenanigans. The hours spent wandering the National Portrait Gallery yesterday didn't prepare us for the gruelling steppercize program at the Tower.
Special note to any tourist attraction managers: give me the option to go into your trinket stores; do not, do not, do not, force me to climb down a flight of stairs to walk past the racks of plastic baubles in the basement and then climb another flight of stairs just to get to your attraction's exit, especially when I've already paid too many pounds to get in.
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