No, we were there to see an exhibit on Queen Victoria, who was born there. It was very much drama (several actors in period costume) over substance.
They have a funny law there in that Richie paid 16.50 pounds admission but I got in on a "concession donation" for 13.50 pounds. Once in, we went directly to the museum cafe where we split a very nice prawns and rosemary sauce sandwich, a sack of crisps and a bottle of water.
(a note of criticism) British crisps are not. They are softer than our potato chips and the bag of "sea salt" crisps must have only been exposed to a passing wisp of salty air.
Kensington Palace disappointed us. We'd been expecting a sort of mini-Buckingham Palace, but either George II and his crew lived very simply or the Kensington Palace people cleared everything out in an effort to have changing exhibits.
It was this kind of showmanship - a long cushion in a window seat invites us to "Sit here on this window cushion to hear the walls whisper." When you sit down, your weight turns on a tape of several people whispringt unkind comments about the royals via a hidden speaker.
Every other room and many of the corridors were nearly pitch black making it difficult to get around. I didn't think to pull out my wind-up flashlight until we were walking back to the bus. Happily this time, the bus behaved tamely and took us right to our stop.
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| This view looks back to the street and it's the route to Kensington Palace |
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| This was the chair King George used to listen to people's plaints and tales of woe. |
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| It took six young boys to carry this in the King's wake |
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| Won "Best Dressed" 1593. |
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| One of Victoria's summer frocks. It was considered quite daring for her to wear muslin! Horrors! Muslin was for poor people. |
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