Of Royal Weddings And Phonebooths That Smell

After our overview of London by boat yesterday, today was the day, our only full day in London! And though we already found one in Salisbury, we started our day with a few phone booths near our hotel.

I find that the more ridiculous the face you can make, the better the photo.

Speaking of ridiculous – see that litter in the bottom of the phone booth above? Here, let us take a closer look:

Yes. Those are boobs. I just put BOOBS on this blog. But I mean, really? Is this how people still find escorts? Don’t they know about the internet? Also, the booth reeked of urine…. large amounts of hand sanitizer was used after these photos were taken. Just, EW.

First stop after the phone detour was Westminster Abbey. We had been warned the lines can get pretty bad, so we made it our top priority.

Already there was one winding around the building!

Fortunately the line wasn’t really that bad and we were in within 10 minutes. They had rules and lots of signs posted about no photos – though it seemed to be mostly because if they let people take photos it would be even more chaotic and crowded than it already was.

Like the other Cathedrals and Priorys we had visited, there were markers in the floor either as memorial for, or to make the actual grave of important people. Molly was particularly nuts about Newton and Darwin‘s markers, and I managed to snap the above shot as I walked over Darwin. But then I saw 2 people escorted out for taking photos soooo I put my phone away.

But I TOTALLY walked through the Abbey, imagining there was still a red carpet down, and there was a Prince waiting at the end.

But the most impressive part of the Abbey to me was the side where the Tudors were buried, and the ceiling in one room – oh my the detail!

Breathtaking to see in person, let me tell you! I just wish I could have taken photos of it like this dude Patrick did. Awesome shots!

After leaving the main hall, there were a few places where you could get a glimpse of an inner courtyard.

And then I came across England’s oldest door.

Yup, I turned left into this beautiful room with tall stained glass (and where you could take pictures) and snapped a quick self portrait and as I walked back out, on the left was this door. And though it’s a blurry shot, the plaque there says it’s thought to be the oldest door in Britain. I know! Apparently it was installed about 1050 during the reign of Edward the Confessor. Incredible!

After the Abbey we were off to Buckingham Palace to hopefully catch the Changing of the Guards.

Buuut in an effort to save some sanity and keep this post from having nearly 30 photos in it together, I’m gonna wait to share that tomorrow.

~ Beth