On my favorite British show, The Diet Doctors, they always talk about losing “stone,” which equals about 6 kilograms (or 12 pounds). I would like to lose about a stone while I’m here.
Next time I go to London: I will, like, bury myself at Westminster Abbey. It's gorgeous.
I am exhausted…
This weekend, I walked all over again, and every two seconds I stumbled upon a lovely park or tall, super-old steeple.
I saw the elegance of
And then walked through St. James Park on my way to the Queen’s Life Guards. I like their fringe ponytails.
Then I walked next to the Houses of Parliament and ol’ Big Ben, and stumbled across the Westminster Abbey, which was unfortunately closed for touring, so I must go back another time to pay homage to Poet’s Corner.
"The Lady of Shallot" by John William Waterhouse (courtesy of Wikipedia)
And then I attended a service at Westminster Cathedral, exploring each elegant chapel (St. Patrick's was my favorite). I listened to the gospel about giving to the poor in its gilded walls … Oh Catholics! (I’m just trying to get a rise out of you, Mom.)
And then of course, feet aching, I went grocery shopping, breaking my streak of spending no money in a day.
Then today my friend and I met for lunch and a long walk along the South Bank of the
Then we took the tube up to the British Library, where I stupidly inquired about a library card. Turns out it’s just for the national archives … We saw the Beatles original doodlings of “Yesterday” and the Magna Carta, then I bought a Jane Austen book in a nearby used bookstore.
All in all, a good
I am listening to: The Beatles. Actually I'm not, but it would be cool if I were.
[Edit: I went back through this post and added my own photos.]
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