Since I'm already bored with blogging about London, I can only imagine how you all must feel at this point. So, let's cut to the chase and summarize our London favorites. We will start with me since this is my blog, and there has to be some perk to this whole blogging enterprise (other than the obvious fame and glory).
Dawn's Favorite Thing in London: Westminster Abbey. Great Googly-Moogly, it's old. Like 1000 years old. It's the place where all the kings and queens are coronated (and many married and buried as well). In short, it's super cool. I walked on top of Charles Darwin and said hello to Handel.
Here are few shots. This was not my best photographic moment -- you weren't supposed to photograph inside and the outside was tricky to photograph because it's SO BIG.



I can neither confirm nor deny that I might have snuck one shot "from the hip" while inside. I can confirm that shooting from the hip does not yield optimal results, unless youare really, really interested in the cut of Handel's pants.

Here we are contemplating the meaning of our fleeting mortal existence in the vast sweep of history -- oh, and waiting for everyone to finish up in the restroom.


Gary's Favorite Thing In London: DINNER AT THE HOUSE OF LORDS
Did I mention that while we were in London, Gary was invited to DINNER AT THE HOUSE OF LORDS? Oh, I did? Now you know how we feel. Well, it turns out that this dinner, which he attended without any of the rest of his adoring family, was his favorite London activity. Go figure. Since I was inexplicably not invited to DINNER AT THE HOUSE OF LORDS, we have no pictures of the historic event.
Instead, I will share Gary's second favorite thing about London -- the Pubs! We've already talked about the Churchill Arms, the glorious pub right down the street from our flat. We returned a few night later for another round.

In addition the Churchill Arms, we visited just about every pub we ran across while touring the city. There was this one near St. Paul's:


Where we ate this:

and this

and this:

Unfortunately, this was one of those instances where a favorite thing for the adults was not a favorite for the kids. After about 2 pub meals, the small people started to cringe when we walked past a pub. Particularly the smallest person who does not eat anything at home, let alone "international" food with names like Bangers & Mash or Bubble & Squeak. I believe this person ate no more than 3 molecules of food during the 5 days we were in London.
Nevertheless, we persevered and had another pub lunch at St Stephen's near the House of Lords, WHERE GARY HAD DINNER THE NIGHT BEFORE, BY THE WAY. The host, not one to turn away hungry customers, packed seven of us into an upstairs booth that had, charitably, room for 3 people. I did not get a picture of the group because I couldn't move my legs, but here is the downstairs.


Nevertheless, once the Badgers started flowing, and Austin (who was not interested in lunch) went on what we dubbed the "Anger Walk",
we had a grand time.


I made the tactical error of ordering a pork pie, which sounded suitably British, but which I did not realize was served cold. Live and learn. The rest of the food was quite good, although, I understand from a reliable source, not as good as DINNER AT THE HOUSE OF LORDS.
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