Back in London, ready to roll. Today was kind of a biggie. Two massive landmarks in one day, and we spent solid time in both, proving that it can be done. First off, we went to St. Paul's Cathedral. I took a break from St. Paul's last year, so I was ready for it this year. I can’t visit St. Paul’s without climbing the 530 steps to the top. To me, that is the cathedral.
The view from the top was beautiful. The day was windy, but no rain. We completely overstayed our welcome up there, but it’s fun to play “get in other tourists’ pictures” and "spot that person" (red coat lady?). I love looking over the edge and pinpointing landmarks. If you go to London and you can’t afford a trip on the London Eye, do this. It’s the poor man’s Eye.
We all met up on the steps of St. Paul's and sat and joked around for a bit. It was a nice break from the climbing and churching. We took pictures. Most of them were of ourselves, but I did get this picture of a classic Englishman:
Next up, Westminster Abbey! The inimitable Fedra Jones told us that everything you need to know about London can be found at the Tower and the Abbey. I wanted to make sure both of our bases were covered. Luckily, we were given a tour of the Abbey by Jeremy Irons! On headphones. Jeremy told us about all of the dead bodies and made everything sound important and creepy. At the end of the abbey we sat in the choir seats and listened to a boy’s choir. Despite incredibly difficult (and often dissonant) chords, they were perfectly in tune. I thought it was amazing. I also enjoyed, as always, Poet’s Corner. I copied down this inscription from Lord Byron’s site:

But there is that within me which shall tire
Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire.
On the way home Levi, Jason, and I stopped at the Zetland Arms – it’s our neighborhood pub. In three years of staying at Manson Place I have never been there. As it turns out, it’s a pub! Pubs are basically the same everywhere, but there is something comforting about them. I always try to convince my students that pubs aren’t bars – they are meeting places. People of all ages come to the pub and stay and talk and watch the news. Usually my students come around to the idea that it's OK to come inside about the time we leave for the US. Oh well. We had a nice meal there; mine was sausage and mash. While there, I got a picture of my second great English face of the day:


On the way home from the theatre we stopped down an alleyway and I got a picture of one last great English face.
Recognize it?