As I'm sure many others will be describing this day, I'll try to keep my ramblings brief. St. Paul's was amazing, especially the long climb to the very top. The Whispering Gallery was spooky but majestic and rendered interesting views of inside the Cathedral that couldn't be properly seen from floor level. Leaving the Cathedral and looking back up at the dome from the ground made it all the more breath-taking, simply knowing that I really had clambered that far up.
The Tower was an interesting combination of fuzzy memories from my childhood trip colliding with my now clear-minded experiences. Some highlights include the huge gold punch bowl (which is literally called the Grand Punch Bowl) used for the coronation "after-party," and the world's tallest suit of armour on display, standing at a daunting 8ft 6in, with an equally large sword to match. The funniest experience there goes to a couple of men who walked by me and Taras as we were walking towards the Tower. One was calmly explaining to the other that "After this we'll go to some of the bigger sites" which left the two of us laughing, wondering if maybe we had accidentally gone to the wrong tower...Sadly the exhibition for the Tower Bridge closed just as we arrived, so there was no walking through the amazing upper-level (which is now on my to-do list for Friday) but it was still kind of cool just being on that bridge that I have seen in so many movies.
The London Eye was equally as awesome, and the whole time I was mentally sticking my tongue out to my family who had opted out of this awesome experience when we visited so long ago. I'm especially glad we went at night, London is truly beautiful at night when fully lit up. Too bad my cheapie digital camera wasn't able to truly capture that view. Oh well.
So I tried to keep the blabbering down, but today was truly eventful and believe me when I say I left a lot out. Just look at Taras' pictures and you'll understand. Next stop: sleep.
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