Sunday...

We dragged ourselves out of bed at 6:30 and raced, via the Tube, to worship at St. Paul's Cathedral. Molly and Laura call it the "Feed the Birds" church. We fed the birds...Mary Poppins style. Then we talked across the Millenium Bridge to Tate Modern Museum (which James would loooove). Next was the British Museum. (I'm having issues writing this post because keyboards here are slightly different. So are coins, driving on roads, transportation in general, coffee, etc etc.) Ruth, Mr. Schlect will be proud - we saw the Black Obelisk, and those big 5-leg Griffin-door-way-gaurds. And now we have to run, because we're meeting Ty and Jenny at the "Square."


:) R