Pretty town. Tucked away under the protective walls of Dover Castle which sits on top of the famous white cliffs.
Factoid. The other side of the channel at Le Havre exact same white cliffs. Same limestone geology. No one talks or sings about the white cliffs of Normandy?
Plan was to drive into London for the day and catch up on shopping and have a quiet day. Weather awful. Sunday. Wimbledon. British Grand Prix. Kept all sensible people at home so we had an easy run into and out of the city.
Interesting to me as a confirmed republican (not American-style; no belief in royalty style) how Australians behaved the moment they landed in England. They became positively gooey eyed. Singing White cliffs of Dover on the busride. Intense questioning of the guide re the status of Charles and horseface. I was amazed
A 10K run caused traffic chaos
Celebration everywhere for the happy (dampish) summer Hamleys had the royals immortalized in Lego.
Union Jacks in Oxford Street
Flags of all the nations down Regent Street
Beautiful places to see
Olympic rings in Tower Bridge above the river
Windows of Selfridges decorated with humorous British scenelets
Saw the London Eye, the river, Big Ben, Parliament, lovely old bank and St Pauls all at a distance.
And the new tallest building in Europe - the "shard"
Spoke to Cousin Ruth (tho sadly had no time to visit)
Walking back to the bus was navigating through Soho when Merle got to see Jason Statham face to face while I missed him completely (him being, like, four feet tall or something) (and it was raining) (and I had to get us through the maze of streets)