and that’s just what we did as we ended up having a real walk-a-bout weekend.
Saturday we walked ALL around Regent’s Park, which was the first visit for both of us. Not sure if we covered the complete 166 hectares (410 acres for those of you doing the conversions), but we gave it a shot. As nice as it was, it will be much more so in the spring when the rose gardens are in full bloom. Maybe then I’ll drag Amy to Abbey Road to take my photo in “the crosswalk”.
Also had lunch in a quaint little pub, Dover Castle, tucked… no… make that HIDDEN in a maze of alleyways off the main streets. I swear if I didn't have a map we would have never found it.
Sunday we walked past Buckingham Palace, through St. James’ Park and Trafalgar Square on our way to The National Gallery taking in the classics of Monet and Van Gogh. Anyone else surprised that I've actually started to appreciate the Impressionists??
Observation: As we made our way past Buckingham Palace we were “delayed” by the Changing of the Guard ceremony.
Does that mean we are slowly getting assimilated to our surroundings and are now desensitised to the pomp and circumstance? Or are we becoming cynical olde people?
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Sorry to hear your neighbor was not a close talker, that would have really made the show.
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