Amazingly, the swaying of the 190 mile per hour Eurostar to London actually put me to sleep. We arrived at the beautiful red brick with blue steel rafters station of St. Pancras and headed towards Borough Market where we were greeted with every scent of international street food imaginable. We could not resist the scotch eggs with their dark orange gooey yolks spilling out over a bed of arugula. We all chose the steak and kidney pie from among the many choices that included chicken, wild mushroom, and venison to be savored at tomorrow's dinner. And what else would Wisconsinites and Francophiles stock up on but gruyère, Swiss and a pungent soft blue cheese from Switzerland. Then we ate a perfectly wonderful basket of fish and chips that Tom washed down with one of the rare beers that he found at an amazing store at the market.
We walked over the London Bridge on the way to the Tower of London where Anne Boleyn had lost her head.
Time began ticking by very quickly as we waited for about forty minutes for a tour bus that was apparently delayed trying to make it through the congested streets that were all under construction. We hopped off the bus at Westminster Abbey whose gilded altars exceeded my wildest expectations. Walking around the side altars where some of the stained glass had been destroyed by the bombing during World War II, were the many tombs of kings, queens, poets, writers and soldiers who were buried there.
The cold weather didn't dampen our spirits as we quickly walked past the beautiful St. James Park on the way to Buckingham Palace before heading to Victoria Station and heading back home on the Eurostar train.