All They're Missing Is The Accent

So I have some very British pictures for you today from the coach tour around London, which was enlightening if a little long (3 hours, only two brief stops). With no more ado, I will tell the story with pictures.

So first off the woman running the tour basically had the bus stop in the middle of the road to give us all a chance to get this shot, of Big Ben in the London Eye. I took it to the best of my limited ability, and I will go ahead and apologize for unclean or bad shots; most were taken out of a moving bus through a dirty window. I know, excuses excuses.

Not a great way to start showing the sights, but I don't quite remember what this building is...something to do with the government. If someone recognizes it (embarrassing for me, I know) let me know, because it's driving me nuts. Very nice building, though, isn't it?

Ugh, I was so happy when I took this because I thought it came out well but now it looks smudgy and foggy and terrible. It's Churchill, obviously, and I like how he looks like he might fight that building. Not on the beaches, though.

This is the statue of Prince Albert outside of the Royal Albert Hall, which I've already been to (but not got pictures of). We stopped here, but I couldn't get closer since the bus wasn't stopped for long. Shame it wasn't sunny, since Albert gets quite shiny, but there you are.

Just a quick note about the old woman running the tour, who was constantly narrating and pointing out shops and sights and all sorts of little oddities. I can't remember all of them, but she went on rants about the government and how they waste money and such, and she was quite entertaining. Just thought it was worth mentioning.

And here's the hall itself, which I could not get far enough away from to take in the entirety. I think this was the nicest corner, though. I'm pretty sure.

Okay, I know this picture is awful (unless you have a thing for traffic lights, in which case, you're welcome), but there's such an interesting story. See the man on the plinth behind the light? Apparently they let people who signed up go up there for an hour at a time and do whatever they want. This guy, unfortunately, was just getting photographs, but the guy going up after him had a soccer ball so I bet people do some weird stuff. What would you do? I was thinking interpretive dance, but I would have to have time to work out my routine. Planning, people!

And now to Saint Paul's Cathedral, which make up the rest of the pictures because this was the last stop and opportunity for photo ops. It's Sunday morning, so of course those bells were going, and going, and going, and they were loud. Beautiful building otherwise, though.

I like to pretend that this picture is of a much smaller building, but I've shrunk through some wizard's doing and this is my perspective.

And there's...Queen Anne, I believe, doing her thing.

So I've just got back from all that, and I'm taking a little rest and reading Shakespeare (Venus and Adonis) for the first class Tuesday. Well, right now I'm updating the blog, but let's not break the fourth wall. Is this breaking the fourth wall? I guess not exactly, but I never get to use that expression.

There was a "School Disco" last night at the International Students House, which I and my flat went to only to find out that the "School" part meant they required you to wear a school girl's outfit. I didn't pack mine, and neither did anyone else, so that was a bust. Oh well, we have quite a few more nights to go!

The garden party at the program director's house this evening, and I guess I'll be going to that at some point. Tomorrow is a free day (bank holiday) and the Notting Hill Carnival, so expect more pictures. I hope you enjoyed this, once again, sorry for the bad quality pictures and general lack thereof.

Au revoir.