I am such a tourist

I ran around the Victoria & Albert museum today and I can't even begin to describe how massive it is. I was there four or five hours and barely managed to scratch the surface. I did check out to a bunch of amazing Asian art, the Raphael cartoons and other assorted wonderfulness. They also had a special exhibition of mod fashions of the swinging sixties. The next time you see me I will be draped in Mary Quant and will answer only to dolly bird. After the museum I ran off to gawk at the great food halls of Harrods. Does it make me a weirdo that I super enjoy perusing foreign foodstuffs? Oh well..... After the novelty of £6 cucumbers and multiple types of guinea hens wore off I strolled to the great Egyptian hall. Color me jaded, but all it did was remind me of the Luxor in Vegas. Then, as the giant champagne truffle I purchased (Swiss and worth every pence) did little to appease my hunger, I wandered off in search of food, finally settling on Daquoise, a little Polish cafe in South Kensington. While the potato pancakes were pretty good, the Polish cherry vodka (made from potatoes I'm told) was amazing. In retrospect I should have just ordered three of the vodkas, (potatoes are potatoes right?) Though I'm sure my liver is grateful for my decision.