When we go to London we don't have a program.
Some people run from one touristic spot to another, getting caught in traffic or tiredness.
All we wanted to do was to buy some crosses at Westminster Abbey and welcome one of the veterans who is the adopted granddad of my girls.
We were joined by my campfriend, who wanted to go to the Widow's March. Which was fine with us.
We were surprised the service was at a new place, which was very convenient for us, as we could sit down at the outside chairs of the pub.
It started with a bagpipe band, with a familair face in it! Such fun to see her all smiling.
When the march was over we were supposed to go to the Szabo monument, but I had such problems walking that I decided not to go and wait at the Pier.
My daughter stayed with me and son2 went with my friend.
We walked to the bench where a bagpiper was sitting.
I said: "Hi! Now there's a bagpiper in uniform and one without on this bench."
We had a nice talk.
It was nice sitting opposite the London Eye, enjoying the nice weather.
Until... a small protestgroup started yelling at the other side of the road.
before son and friend came back from the monument, we slowly walked to Westminster Abbey and bought the crosses.
I was amazed there were far less crosses than the last time I was there. Guess that was an anniversary year.
Suddenly the protest group we had seen was at the other side of the road. It had grown in the meantime and was rather large and loud.
My daughter got afraid something might happen, but I told her to stay on the Abbey grounds.
Then son and friend found us.
We wanted to drink something.
I remembered we had been at a pub near the street where the veterans are staying. So we walked in that direction ad landed in another one.
The Albert.
The pub is named after Queen Victoria's husband Prince Albert. It's built in 1862.
A lot of Victorian architectural features are still present.
It was very nice looking, but there was a lot of noise, so we could hardly have a proper conversation.
Even though the smell of some garlic dish was gorgeous we decided to move to a more quiet place.
Found "The Feathers". (18-20 Broadway).
It's a victorian pub too. The Feathers refer to the feathers of the Prince of Wales.
Who later became Edward VII.
We found a nice place where we soon were joined by some other veterans.
We ordered food. I shared a dish with my daughter: chorizo and chicken.
The chicken was dry and hard, like it had been in the microwave.
When the nice and funny waiter came and asked if the food had been OK, I couldn't say anything else than that the chicken must have been older than I am.
We had a good evening.
Then some veterans had to go home and in fact we were all tired.
So we suddenly left.
What a pity we couldn't say goodbye to the waiter. He was too busy.
Some people run from one touristic spot to another, getting caught in traffic or tiredness.
All we wanted to do was to buy some crosses at Westminster Abbey and welcome one of the veterans who is the adopted granddad of my girls.
We were joined by my campfriend, who wanted to go to the Widow's March. Which was fine with us.
We were surprised the service was at a new place, which was very convenient for us, as we could sit down at the outside chairs of the pub.
It started with a bagpipe band, with a familair face in it! Such fun to see her all smiling.
When the march was over we were supposed to go to the Szabo monument, but I had such problems walking that I decided not to go and wait at the Pier.
My daughter stayed with me and son2 went with my friend.
We walked to the bench where a bagpiper was sitting.
I said: "Hi! Now there's a bagpiper in uniform and one without on this bench."
We had a nice talk.
It was nice sitting opposite the London Eye, enjoying the nice weather.
Until... a small protestgroup started yelling at the other side of the road.
before son and friend came back from the monument, we slowly walked to Westminster Abbey and bought the crosses.
I was amazed there were far less crosses than the last time I was there. Guess that was an anniversary year.
Suddenly the protest group we had seen was at the other side of the road. It had grown in the meantime and was rather large and loud.
My daughter got afraid something might happen, but I told her to stay on the Abbey grounds.
Then son and friend found us.
We wanted to drink something.
I remembered we had been at a pub near the street where the veterans are staying. So we walked in that direction ad landed in another one.
The Albert.
The pub is named after Queen Victoria's husband Prince Albert. It's built in 1862.
A lot of Victorian architectural features are still present.
It was very nice looking, but there was a lot of noise, so we could hardly have a proper conversation.
Even though the smell of some garlic dish was gorgeous we decided to move to a more quiet place.
Found "The Feathers". (18-20 Broadway).
It's a victorian pub too. The Feathers refer to the feathers of the Prince of Wales.
Who later became Edward VII.
We found a nice place where we soon were joined by some other veterans.
We ordered food. I shared a dish with my daughter: chorizo and chicken.
The chicken was dry and hard, like it had been in the microwave.
When the nice and funny waiter came and asked if the food had been OK, I couldn't say anything else than that the chicken must have been older than I am.
We had a good evening.
Then some veterans had to go home and in fact we were all tired.
So we suddenly left.
What a pity we couldn't say goodbye to the waiter. He was too busy.
But I have found a nice place to be, so I might be back later!
Then we went to the hotel.
.
Photos here
Then we went to the hotel.
.
Photos here
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