"Should I run ahead?" she asked, a reflection of my stress in her eyes. I only hesitate a moment before telling her, "Yes, go! Remember, Gate A14!" And she was off. I watched my recently turned 15-year-old daughter's head bob in and out and around people in the growing distance as I speed-walked farther and farther behind.
On Wednesday, after the Changing of the Horse Guard, we took a purposeful walk. I wanted to see Big Ben from Westminster Bridge. The iconic view. It was a little crazy, and was the first time here that I thought - this is the perfect place to be pick-pocketed. I even paused at one point … Continue reading Strolling Westminster