the first thing we did upon exiting heathrow airport was get on the tube to visit Shoghi Effendi's resting place.

gotta establish the setting...

this is New Southgate Cemetery, home to the resting place of Shoghi Effendi, Guardian of the Bahá'í Faith.

New Southgate info sign. Note the typo (that's not to mention the lack of apostrophe in Baha'i - but hey - can't have everything)

these pillars were once at the south entrance of the New Southgate Cemetery, before the main gate was constructed.

mom + catherine posing in front of the gate.

we had walked all the way from Arnos Grove station because we weren't sure how far it would be. we opted to take a bus back to save our feet some wear and tear.

this is where we got out to visit the Guardian's resting place.

how metropolitan.

hey, isn't that our train over there?

♥ mind the gap ♥

up the escalator from piccadilly tube station.

mom (serious) and catherine zeta share a nice pose in piccadilly square. mom just bought some excellent shoes, but her feet were killing her the whole day. maybe it's those mixed feelings that were behind this mona lisa expression.

let's pose in front of it!

yours truly in piccadilly square. it's basically london's answer to times square. same huge ads, same huge stores, same tiny police bunker on a traffic island. but everybody's speaking british.

that's a new one.

even in london, even when hopelessly jetlagged, the meme must go on.

mom says these were the biggest escalators she's ever seen.

what's wrong with this picture?

stranded in tel aviv at 7:30 in the morning, local time

'nuff said

wow. it's in hebrew.

we told the ministry of tourism we needed a hotel for the day, and they told us to go to here. the food was good, anyway.

view out our window at the Hotel Adiv.