The bells of St. Pancras church are tolling and I am relaxing before heading out to a pub with my colleagues. The meeting was very productive and, even better - it appears I will be back in London in a few months! This is a wonderful group of people, truly dedicated to helping those with vision loss and eye disease. I'm glad to be a part of it.
The only "touristy" thing I did was one for which I will always be glad. I took a private tour (well, there were 19 of us) of Westminster Abbey, with an hysterical verger who was, I swear, Mr. Bean. No kidding.
It took over 90 minutes and then I went back in and walked through again. The sense of history and the shadows of all the people buried there, crowned there, married there...it was palpable. Of course, there are a lot of quite unpleasant stories that go with most of these kings and queens and statesmen as well and there was a bit of an ick factor. You know, things like beheadings and locking little princes in the Tower and what happened to Cromwell's corpse. But. I digress.
I will never understand how these edifices were built hundreds of years ago without our modern tools. The height of the ceilings and the complexity of the design are mind boggling and awe-inspiring.
Dashed around the area for a few quick sites but did not have time to linger. But, now I can say that I saw Big Ben, Parliament, Whitehall, Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square, Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, the Queens Horse Guards and Victoria Station. Whew.
So that was my touristy few hours in London. My favorite part of the trip was just walking around and one magical serendipitous experience which I will share later.