We started the day in Covent Gardens, hoping to partake in the must-see market. When we arrived, we found that there were lots of crappy arts & crafts (including some charming knives, which would have pleased the non-canine hero of Bombón), an opera singer, and some angry jugglers. What the market was short on was cool breakfast-type foods; so we moved on to an authentic chain cafe called Nero's for temperature-appropriate nutrition.
Later, we spent some quality time in various train stations trying to figure out how I would get to Paris. Here, I traded Pounds for efficiency and decided to take the trains and ferry instead of the EuroStar through the tunnel. It was about half the price and more than twice the travel time.
We then continued our afternoons in public parks tradition by heading off to Hyde Park. Here, we encountered more shirtless pale people, crazy people drinking hot coffee in the sun, rollerbladers (doing street tricks!), and horseback riders. In addition, while sitting in the shade to enjoy some ice cream we observed a small child having way too much fun with a cane. Of course, it should be noted that the highly-foldable cane appeared to be quite entertaining as it functioned as various imaginary weapons that the boy used to imaginarily assault all of his neighbors. This, between breaks from having fun with his disabled family member's wheel chair.
After exhausting our park fun potential, we walked over to the Victoria and Albert Museum. The curators are to be commended for their thoughtful bench placement. In addition to having several good places to sit an observe old objects, they also had quite a few transported & reconstructed rooms (which the audio commentator was quite fond of), a bizarrely high number of exhibits with pieces of wood for the blind (or children) to touch -- because wooden items are very fascinating to touch, and at least one automatically-extending drawer that housed light sensitive articles. Obviously, it would have been too dangerous to allow the drawer to be opened manually; so the automatic roll-out procedure took about five minutes and made a lot of official sounding noises. Later, we experienced the history of fashionable clothing and observed several crazy instruments, including the oft-forgotten alto fagoletto.
When I had finished the ordeal of doing a load of laundry in Marylebone (getting detergent and correct change took much longer than I might have imagined), it was time for my last dinner in London. For dinner, we made one last return to the Oxford Circus region to partake in our usual wandering around aimlessly in search of food. Luckily, it was Sunday night and there were fewer options; so we settled on pub food since it seemed safer than random ethnic choices and somehow more authentic. It was even somewhat challenging to find a place that was still serving food at the late hour of 9 pm, but we found a somewhat Irish-themed pub with an available outdoor table.