Ok, maybe the truth is, my presence is sweeter because of London's air. I adore cities. As I was trying to convey to Son #1 over a British Big Mac, I love being out in the country (having sheep for neighbors) but the city is my soul. I love the vibrancy. I inhale the electricity like the sweet smoke from a fine cigar. If I could live two lives, I'd live the one I have now and one of a painter in a room over a shop in a crowded, bustling city. Up until yesterday, that city would've been NYC. No offense New Yorkers, but I've fallen for another.
Pictures of London DON'T do it justice. Like those pictures you've always admired of Big Ben (which, by the way, is the bell inside the tall tower with a clock face on it, not the building itself), that's a big building right? No, actually it's HUGE (and for those of you trying to pick up a Norfolk accent, say "HOOge"). Absolutely massive.
I can't imagine keeping this post under the size of a novella and still share the awesome Mom and Son#1 day-trip experience (he's on his way back to the States today), so I will just put some pictures on for now.
I'm sure the Queen would've loved to have us in for a cuppa, but it was Mom & Son 'quality time'.
Harrods at night. Please check back for pictures of Platform 9 3/4 (Harry Potter), Tower Bridge, and more :-) Happy New Year!
