The Tower of London, home to Kings and Queens of old and location for many a beheading. Ah, you can smell the history.
We arrived earlier, hoping to beat the lines (or queue as they say, when in England…) but already tour groups were everywhere waiting to get in.
On the bright side, it was another (very) sunny day. Here’s a sunny photo of the White Tower.
We climbed all the way to the top, much to my father’s chagrin, and we were rewarded with amazing views of the Tower Bridge.
Isn’t it nice to know you’ll have family who’ll put up with hundreds of steps and hoards of tourist just so you can take a pretty picture?