They were protesting the 10th anniversary of the West’s involvement in Afghanistan. Something’s always going on in Trafalgar Square. I even like it better now without the pigeons although we have some great memories of Dan feeding the birds back in the day.

What a fantastic public place!

After lunch in the St. Martins in the Field crypt I made my way back to Paddington station and then to Heathrow to kill some more time before the next flight.

Brit humor rarely disappoints. Even when applied to machinery.

This little vehicle runs behind Horse Guards and sweeps up the poop. Look closely. It’s called Scarab Minor. Scarab…the Egyptian dung beetle. Priceless.

The fountain in Hyde Park in memory of Princess Diana was probably a good idea on paper, but it just doesn’t give the right impression. Cold and sad. 

this is not a comment on faith. literally, heathrow has an interesting ceiling!

very happy.
now i have everything to take w me on the qatar air flight.  yellow bag is stashed at the left baggage counter.
americans call it luggage and treat it as if it were an accessory.  americans take lots of it. brits call it baggage, which is exactly what it is on a trip. brits take far less of it.
heading now into central london on a train to kill time before the next flight.