Today was a day. You could say, that today was the best day of all time. If you said that, you'd probably expect this to be the best blog post of all time. You'd be right.
First we woke up, as any day must begin. You could say it was the best wake-up of all time. That was followed by the best toast of all time, and some decent coffee. Jeremy had cereal. It was not the best, but it was pretty good. Following that, we strolled to the British Museum, accompanied by a German lad on his way back home from a cheese factory, who may have been named Martin, Carl, or Mountain. On the way there, Jeremy (who may or may not be writing parts of this) noticed a street sign that read, "TOILET." Along with being quite funny and odd, the sign was more visible to pedestrians than the signs with the streets names. He thought it was an interesting design decision because in London, street signs tend to be on the sides of buildings, rather than on posts next to the roads. Based on the placement of this signage, it is clear that the powers that be have a strong concern with the comfort and safety of the public, and this signage was no exception to the rule.

Will (another hypothetical author of this post) spotted another example of this focus on informing the pedestrian population. At nearly every crossroads, printed in big letters on the street you can find instructions and arrows pointing to which way you ought to look should you be concerned with oncoming traffic. Will discovered this to be extremely helpful, because as you may know, Londoners drive on the left side of the road, and given his forgetful nature, he is especially prone to walking into traffic.

Upon arrival at our destination, we checked our bags at the cloakroom for a pound-fifty and set off to find the fabled Rosetta Stone. It was pretty neat. Also, we saw some mummies. They were pretty dry. Jeremy was as nauseous as he was strangely enthralled.

We also were able to view the Japanese art as well as Greek sculpture which gave us an opportunity to do a bit of sketching. Having seen a picture on the handout Jessica gave us, and armed with his brand new multi-colored British Museum pencil, Will finally got a chance to draw some Samurai armor. You can see his sketch below, as well as Jeremy's rendition of a broken piece of sculpture from the Parthenon exterior.

We also had lunch. Much like the museums we visit in NYC, there was a hotdog stand outside. Fortunately, this one also had bratwurst, and was staffed by a good guy. He was missing a bratwurst so he gave Josh Terry 2 hotdogs instead...in one bun! Also like NYC, the pigeons were as plentiful as they were fearless. We mostly relied on verbal threats to scare them away, but one of the local children preferred drop-kicking any that got too close.

After lunch, we drew some more.

very nice

Following our British Museum adventure, we made our way to St. Brides. The church contains relics of structural foundations dating back as far as the Roman Era. Also very nice. The neighboring building, the St. Brides Foundation, focuses on antique printing methods and has an incredible library of typography and samples of rare printed material. Some might say these were very nice. They would be right. They had a printed book by Geoffrey Chaucer, a first edition dictionary by Samuel Johnson (Sammy J to his friends), who defined a giraffe a Cameleopard, and a lexographer (his job) as "a well-meaning grouch." We also got to see samples of Eric Gill's work, who had an awesome signature that doubled as a monogram. Despite his greatness, he may have been an extreme pervert.

Downstairs, there were a variety of old fashioned printing presses that the Foundation uses in workshops. We didn't actually get to use any, but Prince Charles had been there less than a week before us. We understood that we weren't important enough. It was still pretty cool. One might even say very nice, the nicest in fact. It was a real pleasure seeing the movable metal type blocks on which some of our favorite typefaces are based.

In the bathroom, Jeremy noticed he hadn't seen a single paper towel since his arrival in the country. He thought our devoted readers should know how devoted the British are to reducing waste and conserving energy. We should try that. After our visit to the workshop we grabbed a pint of APPLE JUICE at a pub recommended to us by our host at the St. Brides Foundation.

 The Old Bell as it was called served a variety of meat pies, which Will had been craving since setting foot in London. He discovered that even though the food was restaurant quality, all ordering took place at the bar. He and Jeremy both ended up having lamb shank pie, which was, in fact, very nice.

very very nice indeed #nofilter #justcameraraw

We finished the day by writing this blog post. Some might say it turned out very nice. Some might not.

"this is turning out very nice" -Jeremy and Will in unison

Now we're going to defeat some Germans in a dance-off. Sehr schön! (very nice!)