Baker Street

I've spent a good part of the day sleeping and sitting on the couch surrounded by tissues and sucking on cough drops (sneeze, blow, sanitize, cough, hack, repeat), but Becca and I did venture out to the "home" of one of London's more well-known citizens--Sherlock Holmes, 221b Baker Street.

Of course, being a fictional character, ol' Holmes didn't really hang his hat here, but it's fun to pretend. There's a gift shop and a museum inside.

Then, a hop, skip, and a jump away from Holmes's haunt is the Beatles Store. So I took a picture. Just to say I've been there, ya know.