So what haven't we done yet?

With only two more days in London we decided that we needed to throw away Phil's ambitious daily programs and devote our days to those things we haven't managed to fit in yet that we absolutely have to do.

So first thing we walked over to Westminster and did our tour of Westminster Abbey. A much less impressive building than St. Paul's, Phil says. Really all it is is a collection of tombs and monuments. Mind you, there are some pretty amazing tombs - Mary Queen of Scots, Elizabeth I, Queen Mary, Henry VII, Chaucer, Churchill, Edward I, Richard II, Henry III, Isaac Newton...the list just goes on. Again though, photographers are discriminated against, so no pictures.

After going all through the Abbey we walked up to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of the guard - we missed this last time we were at the Palace because it coincided with our Palace tour. We got to see a lot of men in fuzzy hats and red coats march by us...

...and amused ourselves by trying to work out which regiment they belonged to by the arrangement of buttons on their tunics. The chaps above were Welsh Guards, while the ones below were, we believe, Grenadier Guards...

...or not. We were pretty sure that these were Horse Guards...

After the guards were all changed we walked through Green Park to Hyde Park, even though it was raining a bit by then and we were getting wet because we believed the internet weather forecasts. We stopped for lunch at The Serpentine Bar & Kitchen which overlooked the eastern tip of The Serpentine, which itself was very pretty even in nasty weather...

A bit further on we found the Diana Princess of Wales Memorial Fountain, but we didn't go as far as Kensington Palace as we had sort of planned. Rain does that to you.

So off we trudged to Harrods, which was yet another over-the-top retail outlet with prices that made Phil just chuckle to himself. The only part of the store that was crowded with shoppers was the Harrods merchandise section, jam packed with tourists like us buying the only things in Harrods which had less than three figures to the left of the decimal point in the price tag.

Having been retail-shocked by Harrods, we sought a dose of reality by catching a bus to Debenhams department store in Oxford Street, a few blocks down from that other icon of retail excess, Selfridge's. Petra much enjoyed wandering through the shoe section there, particularly since the prices didn't make Phil chuckle with disbelief.

So back to Lambeth for our last night at Cap'n Bligh's. Oh, and we went to the pub for dinner...