layover in Londan

12 hours in Heathrow. We got out of the airport for a while, did all the touristy things: Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Piccadilly Circus. I think London, at least what I saw of it, is vying for a new nickname, "City of Cleavage. I am going from a place where the women make it a point of wearing as little as possible to a place where showing a knee is considered blasphemous.

We return, no sleep, virtually on empty, to an, "I can't find my passport" meltdown by one of my fellow travelers. Phone calls to embassy and the subway system to no avail. The only recourse was, "Why don't you chek your bag once more?"
Surprise, surprise--crisis ended.
Their calling our flight. Gotta go.