That's not to say that it has been a bad day. Just a busy and tiring one.
But there is always wonder in the air in London. It is a beautiful city, rich in history and tradition.
Also, this is what I woke up to outside of my airplane window this morning:
If you ever wondered what London looks like from the air at 6:15 in the morning, now you know. It is a stunning collection of lights, with the black Thames cutting under the brilliance.
London greeted us (my mom and I--she's traveling with me) in her typical manner: with rain. It was a soggy, shiny September morning, afternoon, and evening.
She's just telling us how it is. What it means to live in England. You'd better get used to rain. Learn to like it, even when it makes your hair incredibly frizzy.
But she makes up for her occasional grumpiness by reminding you of her class, sophistication, and sheer beauty.
[just a charming London street.]
[now in black and white.]
["Flower Corner" with post.]
[Trafalgar Square. The monument was under construction, so this was the best I could do under the circumstances.]
[Westminster Abbey. Just extraordinary.]
[Hello, Big Ben.]
There is still so much ahead. But for tonight, I am grateful for the beginning of the journey. And that it begins in London.