Last day in London ....for now.....
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Two photo phanatics photographing each other in a composition with red in the building, the bus at the right, and the colour of the camera of the girl in her backpack and the pushchair of the baby at the right.
I found another colour composition.
My son went to the Institute of Contemporary Arts, and we went to Horse Guard Road because we heard music.
But soon the music stopped and people left.
Isn't it strange they drive at the left in England, but in London they walk at the right of the pavement?
I wanted to photograph the London Eye, when I saw two black cars leaving Horse Guards. Who was in there? Prince Charles?
Got it well on camera, didn't I?
Keeping in line with photographic other memorials: this one from the back too.
It's the Guards Memorial, also known as the Guards Division War Memorial.
It commemorates the war dead from the Guards Division and related units during the First World War, and of the Household Division in the Second World War and other conflicts since 1918.
The bronze plaquette is made from the bronze from confiscated german pistols from WW1.
Ofcourse we won't get lost.
Not in St. James Park!
In case you don't see them: squirrels.
On our way through the park we also saw a group of geese.
One of them stopped walking in front of me, looked up and I won't be surprised if he bugged his mind thinking where he'd seen me before.
We left the dark park at Spur Road.
The Queen Victoria Memorial in front of Buckingham Palace looked wonderful in the special lights.
It was almost too dark for a photo... but for memory's sake....
We had a pleasant scroll back at Birdcage Walk.
No traffic was allowed yet, so no smells and sounds.
Just some people walking, talking, almost whispering.
I had a short break sitting at some stairs.
Turned out to be the Institution of Mechanical Engineers.
When I found out, I had to smile.
The group of memories was complete.
Ken, from Kendall, was a mechanical engineer.
He told me about his work during WW2 and about the bridges in The Netherlands he assisted designing and building.
I simply had to try to take photos by evening.
One wonders who is behind the light windows.
Westminster Abbey in the dark
The crosses make even a deeper impression than during the day.
I feel very enriched to have seen the abbey at a time that commerce wasn't as important.
Maybe my children will never be able to look inside and pay their respect. I was shocked to see the entrance fees.
Goodbye London.
Hope to see you soon.
I'll miss you!
We left London in the dark. But it wasn't raining.
At Peckham we nearly had a deadly accident. A car suddenly drove from the right straight towards us and would have drilled itself deep into the place where I was sitting, but the fast reaction of my son saved us all.
We arrived in Dover 20 minutes before departure of the ferry. That is, the one earlier than the one we had booked.
Instead of having dinner and waiting, we decided to try to change the booking.
The lady at the office was smiling when I asked and handed our passports back with the surprise of a changed booking.
It was quiet on the ferry.
Outside it was extremely cold, inside there were only a few people.
We ate fish and chips.
Far too soon we were back at the main land.
On our way home we stopped three times for coffee and a break.
We got lost in the dark as we were prohibited to take the right exit. But the tomtom guided us through the dark, past some farms.
In the middle of the night my daughter was brought to her house.
Then, at the bridge, the car showed problems, so we couldn't drive in the fifth gear anymore.
But we made it home.
My son couldn't find his keys, so we had to search his stuff and the car.
When he finally left, I could see the first signs of sunrise.
Wish I could have seen this in London.....
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