After spending way too much time standing in rows, waiting and watching the Britishspend an hour to do what should have taken about 5 minutes, we headed to the tranquility of St James Park’s full walking paths, great spots for a nap, a pond and gardens. After convincing Maggie we did not need
to rest, we made our way down Birdcage walk from Buckingham palace to Westminster, passed by Westminster Abbey (the line was a mile long), and payed our respect in St Margaret’s Chapel. Eventually we needed to find a place to sit for 5 minutes.
Now after 1:00 we crossed over Westminster Bridge in search of lunch! We check out the massive Houses of Parliament and of course Big Ben along the way. We found a little lunch spot outside on the bank of River Thames with a great view of Big Ben.
After lunch we re-crossed the Thames with bagpipe music playing and found the lines to Westminster Abbey all but gone- thank god as we could not handle standing any more. We spent the next hour in search of Charles Darwin, Charles Dickens and Isaac Newton graves. We actually did an audio tour and checked out the gardens and a café too! This place is really impressive: a real architectural masterpiece and full of history with its shrine to Edward the Confessor, the tombs of kings and queens, and countless memorials to the famous and the great (Maggie like the poets and scientists who she actually know something about) and the site of numerous royal weddings etc. ect. ect.
We left the Westminster area with Big Ben chiming in the background and made our way to Churchill’s Museum and underground war rooms. Yes Maggie agreed to this and actually must have learned something in History class, as she quoted the London Booming of WWII. In realty if she was being honest the best part about the museum was the strong Wi-Fi signal as we left.
The funniest part of the museum experience: as we rounded a corner and entered a new room, we both spotted several chairs to relax in and apparently decided independently and without speaking to one another that one of them looked more comfortable- an old battered green leather arm chair that has seen better days. At the same instance we both realized we needed to beat the other to it or end up in a straight back wooden chair. Without words the race was on, youth had the lead girth won out at the end with a little hip check at the last instance. As my butt hit the green leather had hers the hard wood, we burst in to laughter and then realized the entire room was laughing too.
Deciding not to push my luck, we walked by (actually under the) Cavalry Museum in search of Number 10 Downing Street. Did you know you can no longer really walk by? We viewed the building from Whitehall Street. Pissed me off that because of terrorism me could not walk by.
We worked our way through the Back Street and allies of Piccadilly, but avoiding the Piccadilly Circus on our way back to the hotel and dinner.
We were back in our hotel by 8:30. About 5 minutes after Maggie announced she would not be able to sleep with the noise form the street, the humming of the air-conditioning, and the light my computer, the light from the desk and me typing, she was out cold with about 3 pages read in her book read. We had a full day and must have walked more than 10 miles.