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 After I woke up and went out to our little balcony to write…

a ladybug landed on my computer and decided there to stay

As she traversed the perimeter of my computer…

I knew it was going to be great day

We took the tube to Buckingham Palace…where more history was unlocked.

We strode the rooms and hallways where kings and queens have walked.

The palace was amazing…as once again we witnessed over 300 years of tradition… 

In terms of wealth, affluence and prosperity it was a wonderful exhibition…

When we left the palace…thinking abut kings and queens and bureaucrats… 

I found my self part of the tradition when Ava and Ali bought me a British bucket hat!

Next, we were off for Afternoon Tea at The Wolseley…3:00 we didn’t what to be late

Once there…from a three-tiered silver serving tray a host of treats we ate.

Scones and sweets and finger sandwiches…we couldn’t eat as much as we could see

while Bryan and Ali drank Afternoon, Deborah Caramel and Ava and I Chocolate tea.

After filing up on those finger sandwiches, cups of tea and scones

we visited the British Museum…where we see the Elgin Marbles and Rosetta Stone.

For future reference the Rosetta Stone is amazing…we were awestruck and beguiled…

but the Elgin Marbles were not the kind I played with as a child!

Our next stop was a little pub…we thought cooling off and resting would be wise

before heading to the London Coliseum where Bryan planned, for us, a surprise.

On our last night in London we watched The Great Gatsby…where we joined the crowd

Laughing, clapping and crying through a musical 

that would have made F. Scott Fitzgerald proud…

Before I fell asleep…It was great day!…I wanted to open my window and shout it…

and I wished my lady but would return to me…so I could tell her all bout it.

After 22 hours in planes and a ride on the London tube

our adventure in England had begun…

We met Bryan, Ali and Ava at our hotel…then it was off to have some fun.

To fend off any jet lag…we didn’t rest…we got going quick…

stopping for some French Pastry…which, by golly, did the trick.

Next it was off to Westminster Abbey…where they coronate their kings and queens.

The service was uplifting as the choir’s voices rose up to the heavens

in one of the most beautiful churches we have ever seen.

An interesting note…when we arrived outside of Westminster Abbey

barricades were up and Bobbies were everywhere…we knew something was going on. 

It turns out London was being visited by French president Emmanuel Macron.

He was there to lay a wreath on the tomb of the unknown warrior- 

(an unidentified soldier who died in World War I)

Then, after waving to us, he was off to address Parliament…

No doubt…given the state of the world today …there is much work to be done.

After our service was completed and we walked out Westminster Abbey’s door

we witnessed some of the pomp and pageantry the British are famous for.

The central band of the royal legion was playing La Marseillaise-

The National Anthem of France…

which we heard two young Frenchmen next to us sing…

this was followed by a rousing rendition of God Save The King

I know there are troubles in the UK…just like in America

(we passed homeless people sleeping on the street)

problems that need to be addressed…

but watching the British…the people who invented pomp and circumstance

we couldn’t help but be impressed.

The evening ended at the Kings Head pub…a fitting end to today’s trip…

in a traditional English Pub…while eating fish and chips.

Sitting around the table of that pub…with our children and grandchild…now grown

I had to stop and smile…as we celebrated with our own pomp and circumstance… 

a royal family of our own.