Of course, on our walk there, we stopped to have a look at Buckingham Palace, to visit St. Paul’s and climb the 257 steps to the Whispering Gallery, to wave at Nelson in Trafalgar Square, and to eat fish and chips. That last bit was urgent for me because of the 257 steps, not to mention the rest of the walk.
But really, it was all about the Tower. We checked out all the nooks and crannies, from the place where Clarence traditionally drowned in drink to the place where the two princes’ bones were allegedly found to the place where one of the Henrys was murdered. Not to mention the exhibit about torture. We met our daily quota for armor, arms, and uniforms, so no one will go into withdrawal.
T. liked trying on this helmet:
I had fun taking pictures of ceilings and walls, among other things:
From there, we visited the Tower Bridge and its exhibition, which is pretty much about walking back and forth over the Thames looking at the view with some cool old machinery at the end. A short stroll brought us to London Bridge, which did not fall down while we were on it nor show any signs of doing so at any time in the near future. At this point, we were tired, so we aimed for the Monument in order to find the tube station and rode to one of the two closest stations to our hotel.
Then we got lost. Even the little blue dot abandoned me, telling me I was eight miles and several hours from my destination. Fortunately, I met a very kind couple who told me exactly where I was and how to get where I was going without implying that they wanted to tell me where to go.
Once we knew we were on the right road home, I required food. We found a pub, where I had sausages and mash. T. and I each ordered a drink, but there was a mix-up and both came in the same glass. I thought it was his drink, but the look on his face made it clear that something dreadful had happened. He does not like Jamison in his Coke. This is a good thing.