Saturday, June 06, 2009

One Year Ago

I stood on Westminster Bridge.

I addressed Parliament. [I yelled my loudest]

I perused Harrod's, inside and out.

I soaked up the ambience of Bloomsbury.

I got hungry and ate.

I made new friends.

I paid homage to Winston and Ben.

And got on the London bandwagon.

But which did I prefer, dear reader, London or Paris? I must think about this. And I may be adding another world destination in the coming months, I'm happy to say. It rhymes with "dome." Also "loam." And "tome."


At 2:28 PM , Anonymous Avigdor said...

Wesminster bridge looks like a Ferris wheel? Why is it called a bridge when I don't even see one and there is a big ride there?
Can you help

At 3:59 PM , Blogger Becky Motew said...

Um, the Ferris wheel is behind the bridge. I am standing on the bridge....guess I should have said that. Imprecise. My bad. What does your name mean?


At 11:15 PM , Blogger sandman1 said...

I certainly hope you don't mean Nome Alaska!

That wheel is the "London Eye" -- you skipped it as I recall? I went and it was neat but not earth shattering -- I think I was more interested in the wheel itself than the view, actually.

At 7:57 AM , Blogger Becky Motew said...

I could not be paid enough to get on any Ferris wheel. ANY!!!

Har, maybe it is Nome, Alaska, sm!!! Wouldn't that be thrilling--not that there's anything wrong with that! :)

At 7:58 AM , Blogger Becky Motew said...

Oh yes, and it is called the London Eye. There is one in Paris too, in the Place de la Concorde. [swaggers a bit]


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