After we left Waterstone’s Bookshop on Piccadilly, we walked down Regent’s Street, thinking that we might go to Victoria Embankment Gardens. But Richard saw an art gallery and bang went half an hour. Realizing it was already 3 o’clock and the carol concert at St Paul’s was at 4, we walked to the nearest Underground Station. Unfortunately, there was no direct line to St. Paul’s from where we were and then, just as we had transferred at Oxford Circus to the right line, there was an “incident” on one of the Tube lines. Delays began and by the time we reached St. Paul’s, the line had closed for the concert. So all I managed was a very quick video of the bells ringing and the line up for the concert (that’s Richard beginning to say “there must be a thousand people in the line) as well as some obstructed views of the dome:
We weren’t sure what to do next. It was still only 4 o’clock so at first we thought we’d head over to Tate Britain, another gallery we had wanted to see. But when we went down into the Underground at St. Paul’s we discovered that the train delays meant the cars were jam packed. We couldn’t get on. So we decided to go back to the streets and, instead of going to Tate Britain, we would walk to Covent Garden which was closer. I misread the distance though—what we thought would only be 1.5 miles turned out to be over 2 miles. R was so tired once we arrived, he found a bench to sit on and sent me off to look at the lights, the crowds, peek into the stores. It was mobbed and getting more crowded by the minute so we actually didn’t stay
there very long, I admired all the decorations and the lights, took my photos and then we walked down to Leicester Square Underground and we headed back to the hotel. Seven miles since we left, our feet were throbbing but it had been such a fun day.
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