Westminster and St. James

This walk came at the most perfect time. It is not often I find myself worrying, and I certainly don't admit to it, but this is one time I will confess, I was full on worried. Not worried I wasn't going to finish the walk or worried I'd starve along the way or anything, just worried that I am leaving in two weeks. Have I seen enough of London? Have I experienced enough of the incredible cultural aspects? Did I write enough down? Am I going to remember it? This was the raging state of my mind. It hit me that it might be awhile before I am back here, and I have a lot of things I need to remember, ya know? So I strapped on my little red sneakers, grabbed my walking partner, and we embarked, down to my favorite area of London, down along the bank. The moment we stepped out of the underground I knew I was going to be ok. Big Ben was staring me right in the face. Big Ben in all it's London, English, European glory. I breathed in a huge sigh of relief, I live in London!

 

 This walk got even better as we made our way into Horse Guards Parade, where some horse exchange thinga-ma-jig was going down. I'm sorry I cannot tell you what it was, just some changing of horses, but all I know is at this point my London blues were long gone. This did it for me. Followed by glimpses of St. James Park (perhaps my favorite), Buckingham Palace (no, the Queen was not in, I did check) and Queen Anne's Gate. The architecture here? Exceptional. It is amazing how much they knew what they were doing in the 1800s. If they created all of that glory with none of the modern technology we have today, what are we doing in North America with such hideous, bland buildings? 

Made our way back to Westminster Station, grinned a bit over a successful English-filled morning, and then I headed home because judging by my forehead wrinkles in the photos I spared you from seeing, I had a lot more work waiting for me. Blasted Sonnets :)