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."
love,
becky
5 Comments:
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
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?
b
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.
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! :)
b
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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