I’m DREADFULLY behind on these recaps. I know, I know. As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in our apartments in the Highlands, asking myself why I decided to embark on writing a blog post for every day. Yet I’ve already set my mind to the task, so I’m going to finish it. (See, sometimes stubbornness can be a good thing.) Day two — technically day three, but who’s counting? — was the Tower of London.
Just for the record, I literally had NO idea what to expect. Aside from, you know, a tower. We passed over Tower Bridge on the way to the tower, which in hindsight was a wonderful thing to do, because the bridge itself is quite a spectacular construction, and offered some truly wonderful views. Another surprising thing? THE WEATHER WAS GORGEOUS. Where is all this English rainy weather I was promised!?
So, as you can see — it’s really quite a lovely bridge, and wow, wasn’t that weather just wonderful!?
We ended up opting for a guided tour for the tower. (Which I recommend if you ever happen to go to the tower.) Just like with the British Museum it was shockingly easy to become wrapped up in the past. And when you think of it, it’s quite INCREDIBLE to realize that you are standing in the same place SO MUCH happened. I won’t recall much of what the tour guide said, or the stories he told — because let’s be frank, I don’t remember much now — but it was definitely a place where pleeeeeeenty of blood was spilled. Our guide was also quite fantastic: humours and obviously passionate about what he did. And I think that made the experience a lot more enjoyable than what it could’ve been.
I took a TON of photos that day, some of which are above. (And again, just click on them if you want more detail.) No photos were allowed in the chapel and Crown Jewels rooms (for obvious reasons), but they were both quite gorgeous places. The chapel held beautiful wooden pews, and thick marble pillars wrought in almost arch-like shapes. As for the Crown Jewels: honestly, I totally wasn’t expecting to be so enamored by them. The amount of detail that was carved into some of them was astounding. That — and they were gorgeously shiny.
We also stayed long enough to witness the changing of the guards, who seem to rotate every two hours. They stand SO STILL you forget they’re there. But in all seriousness, what happens if one of them has to scratch his nose? Have you ever tried to not scratch an itch!?