This morning, I took off towards the post office to mail my parents my poster. I had no desire to mess with that poster through the underground and the airport when I was never going to use it again. So Mom and Dad, you're about to get a package. On the way back to Magdalen College, I saw this. Really. I took the slow train down to London but as I wasn't in a hurry, it wasn't that big of a deal. Next time, express! Then to sight-seeing. My original plan was to go see a show in the West End so I went to Leicester Square for some tickets but unfortunately, Mary Poppins was sold out, I had already seen Sound of Music, and Zorro the Musical was not interesting enough. Maybe next time. (I'll spend the money when I'm not by myself.) But here in nearby Trafalgar Square, the Brits are watching the Irish boxer win gold.
As a side note, I'm so appreciative to the UK for ordering the rain so I'd feel right at home. Then, it was off to St. Paul's. On the Underground ride over (seriously, the best public transit system in the world, I would move to London for this reason alone) I saw this poster. Hello! Penguins don't even live near polar bears, why is this so hard for people to remember (I'm talking to you Coca-Cola.)
Anyway, last time I was in London, I was cathedraled out so I didn't opt to go into St. Paul's. As I had Mary Poppins on my mind, this picture is for you Jeff. This is me feeding a tuppence to the birds at St. Paul's. They didn't like it very much. And the people sitting at the nearby bistro thought I was crazyface.
Here's the front of St. Paul's. So . . . no offense but St. Peter's Basilica at the Vatican has got nothing on St. Paul's. It's stunning inside and out. The scale and the mosaics are incredible.
In St. Paul's (same as St. Peter's) you can climb up into the dome for the cheap price of 539 some-odd steps. Here is a picture of the ladder we just climbed in order to get up into the staircase scaffolding in the dome. Mom you would have loved it!
Okay, so you don't have to use the ladder, but here is the staircase scaffolding.
Oh, as I hadn't eaten all day, I stopped by the crypt in the basement of St. Paul's for a snack. I ended up with a "Homemade Pleasure Pot" that was labeled "Oaty flapjack with chantilly cream, raspberries, and raspberry coulis." It was delicious. Then I stayed for the evensong which was spoken instead of sung as the choir is out on holiday. It was really cool to sit in St. Paul's under the dome and hear a service. The touching part was when they prayed for the different priests around the country by name. The funny part was when they gave, "We will now hear Lesson One. Lesson One: There are four animals that are wise but small. The ants that follow in lines. The badgers that build their homes. The locusts . . . " And that was about it. He didn't explain why he was talking about badgers or anything, he just finished like, this should be profound and I don't have to explain myself. After the service, I jogged off across the Millennium Bridge to Tate Modern. Here's the view looking back towards the cathedral.
I stopped by Shakespeare's Globe and went to the gift shop and was rewarded with a smirk when the cashier saw my last name as I paid for some buttons that say "Out out damned spot." Tate Modern was actually pretty cool, it's worth at least 15 minutes for those of us that dislike modern art. I liked the Andy Warhol that proclaimed that hamburgers are wholesome and delicious. And here is the third penguin of the day at the gift shop.
Oh popularity of that wretched bird needs to go to zero. Pronto. So I walked from Tate Modern up to the London Eye and on the way, ran into King's College. Could I work here? I don't know but this is the Franklin-Wilkins building. Yeah, Rosalind Franklin and Maurice Wilkins!!!
And the big bicycle tire in the sky was spectacular at sunset.
Here's a view of the pod next door at the top. It's a really smooth ride and has beautiful views. Though if you don't like heights, then I don't think it is a good idea.
It had spectacular views of the Parliament and Westminster and the County Hall. Here are some people sitting on a balcony at the Hall. Nice work if you can get it I guess.
And here I am at the base of eye with a picture looking towards the buildings of Parliament.
After a quick walk across Westminster Bridge, it was time to get back to the hotel for a relaxing night of watching Elizabeth I where I realized the meaning of the "royal we".
This morning, I took off towards the post office to mail my parents my poster. I had no desire to mess with that poster through the underground and the airport when I was never going to use it again. So Mom and Dad, you're about to get a package. On the way back to Magdalen College, I saw this. Really. I took the slow train down to London but as I wasn't in a hurry, it wasn't that big of a deal. Next time, express! Then to sight-seeing. My original plan was to go see a show in the West End so I went to Leicester Square for some tickets but unfortunately, Mary Poppins was sold out, I had already seen Sound of Music, and Zorro the Musical was not interesting enough. Maybe next time. (I'll spend the money when I'm not by myself.) But here in nearby Trafalgar Square, the Brits are watching the Irish boxer win gold. 
As a side note, I'm so appreciative to the UK for ordering the rain so I'd feel right at home. Then, it was off to St. Paul's. On the Underground ride over (seriously, the best public transit system in the world, I would move to London for this reason alone) I saw this poster. Hello! Penguins don't even live near polar bears, why is this so hard for people to remember (I'm talking to you Coca-Cola.) 
Anyway, last time I was in London, I was cathedraled out so I didn't opt to go into St. Paul's. As I had Mary Poppins on my mind, this picture is for you Jeff. This is me feeding a tuppence to the birds at St. Paul's. They didn't like it very much. And the people sitting at the nearby bistro thought I was crazyface. 
Here's the front of St. Paul's. So . . . no offense but St. Peter's Basilica at the Vatican has got nothing on St. Paul's. It's stunning inside and out. The scale and the mosaics are incredible. 
In St. Paul's (same as St. Peter's) you can climb up into the dome for the cheap price of 539 some-odd steps. Here is a picture of the ladder we just climbed in order to get up into the staircase scaffolding in the dome. Mom you would have loved it! 
Okay, so you don't have to use the ladder, but here is the staircase scaffolding. 
Oh, as I hadn't eaten all day, I stopped by the crypt in the basement of St. Paul's for a snack. I ended up with a "Homemade Pleasure Pot" that was labeled "Oaty flapjack with chantilly cream, raspberries, and raspberry coulis." It was delicious. Then I stayed for the evensong which was spoken instead of sung as the choir is out on holiday. It was really cool to sit in St. Paul's under the dome and hear a service. The touching part was when they prayed for the different priests around the country by name. The funny part was when they gave, "We will now hear Lesson One. Lesson One: There are four animals that are wise but small. The ants that follow in lines. The badgers that build their homes. The locusts . . . " And that was about it. He didn't explain why he was talking about badgers or anything, he just finished like, this should be profound and I don't have to explain myself. After the service, I jogged off across the Millennium Bridge to Tate Modern. Here's the view looking back towards the cathedral. 
I stopped by Shakespeare's Globe and went to the gift shop and was rewarded with a smirk when the cashier saw my last name as I paid for some buttons that say "Out out damned spot." Tate Modern was actually pretty cool, it's worth at least 15 minutes for those of us that dislike modern art. I liked the Andy Warhol that proclaimed that hamburgers are wholesome and delicious. And here is the third penguin of the day at the gift shop. 
Oh popularity of that wretched bird needs to go to zero. Pronto. So I walked from Tate Modern up to the London Eye and on the way, ran into King's College. Could I work here? I don't know but this is the Franklin-Wilkins building. Yeah, Rosalind Franklin and Maurice Wilkins!!! 
And the big bicycle tire in the sky was spectacular at sunset. 
Here's a view of the pod next door at the top. It's a really smooth ride and has beautiful views. Though if you don't like heights, then I don't think it is a good idea. 
It had spectacular views of the Parliament and Westminster and the County Hall. Here are some people sitting on a balcony at the Hall. Nice work if you can get it I guess. 
And here I am at the base of eye with a picture looking towards the buildings of Parliament. 
After a quick walk across Westminster Bridge, it was time to get back to the hotel for a relaxing night of watching Elizabeth I where I realized the meaning of the "royal we". 
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I know it isn't really an answer to "why", but if you want to read your lesson 1 again, it is at the end of Proverbs 30, an altogether strange chapter.
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