Piccadilly Circus, at the junction of several major London streets, seems to be the place where everyone congregates. In addition to the shopping and the tourist attractions (how many Ripley's have I visited? I skipped this one), it's the western gateway to Soho, Chinatown, and the theatres. Oh the theatres. I'll revisit our four nights of theatre next time.
Here's a quick panorama...
Well, the man in the kilt certainly caught my attention. A fine piper.
With a fine fox sporran. (Ernest has a fox sporran too. A ren faire souvenir, it is dyed red and if I remember correctly he named it "Roy." Must find a picture!)