We took a trip into London last week to see the city lit up for Christmas, and we were not disappointed. We took the train to Waterloo, then the tube to a stop near Regent's Park where Paul likes to walk on his lunch. We walked through a small section of the beautiful park, then found a pub on Baker Street, just a few doors down from the Sherlock Holmes museum. We ate dinner and waited for the sun to set, then got on the 139 city double decker bus. We started out just one seat behind the top front seats and half way through our journey got move to the very front. What a show! It was London's night for Santacon and we saw at least 500 people dressed as Santa. The streets were filled with cars and the crowds were so thick that they were spilling into the roads. It was great to be above it all. The bus journey took us down Oxford Street and Regent Street, through Piccadilly Circus, around Trafalgar Square (an Englishwoman behind us told us the story of the Norwegian Christmas tree there), across Waterloo bridge and ended at Waterloo. We were home by 7PM.
Walt Whitman's poem "A Noiseless Patient Spider" is the inspiration for the title of this blog, which is an attempt to remain connected to the people who have been part of my life.
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