I slept in today and it was glorious. Then I went to Victoria to window shop and ended up in the dressing rooms… who was I kidding? THEN I paid to tour Westminster Abbey by myself, and it was one of the best experiences I’ve had here, I think. Having the freedom to listen to the whole tour, and sitting when I wanted to and looking for as long or as little as I liked and sneaking through the back gardens unnoticed and staying in the nave for like 20 minutes replaying the choir song a billion times (200 on the audio tour keypad! And 2 for the altar commentary by Jeremy Irons and the singing accompaniment).

We weren’t allowed to take pictures inside, but the courtyard was beautiful!

A view from inside the corridor.

The Chapter House.

A fountain in another courtyard, with a nice view of Victoria Tower.

The College Gardens.

I got a bit teary-eyed for the first time when my audio guide told me to look back for one final view before leaving through the West Door, so I did and it really hit me just how long I’d waited to stand there with that view, and how I would be leaving it sooner than imagined, and how I do not know when I will ever return.

Outside!

A glimpse of the stained glass windows along the northern stretch of the nave.

And another nice view from Parliament Square at dusk.

Getting back home, I read my notes for a little before heading out to Stanhope Arms for our last meal of fish&chips. Sad news! But it was delish.

I can’t fathom that I only have two more days left in this beautiful country. As of now, I am not sure whether I will cry in the airport or just spend all my money on airport food, magazines, and those perfumes airports always seem to sell in the most convenient locations to comfort myself. It is an awful habit, spending money. Unfortunately, I will be doing it for the rest of my life.

So, yes. Two days. Pictures and more to come, if the internet ever starts working again.