After breakfast, we took a bus to Waterloo Station: (w)
...where we caught a train to a suburb of London, where we went to the Mitre Hotel:
...where we had an elegant British afternoon tea:
...with a nice view of the Thames:
As we left, I took a picture of the pub next door, just because I liked the name:
We went back to Lucia's flat, where I did laundry. Then later that evening, I decided on the spur of the moment to go walk across Tower Bridge:
As I passed underneath the first tower, I was delighted to discover that the drawbridge was open:
I stood there with a crowd of other pedestrians, as we waited to see what river traffic caused the bridge to open. Eventually, they came by - two ordinary sailboats. A guy next to me exclaimed "All for that?" It was sort of anticlimactic.
Standing at the base of the second tower, I took this picture looking up:
...and this picture of the upper deck:
I had hoped to walk back on the upper deck, but alas, it's closed in the evenings. Yet another reason to go back!
From the bridge, I took these pictures of London at night:
Tower Bridge gets its name not only from its two towers, but also because it's right next to the Tower of London - which is, of course, not really a tower, but a fortress complex. I took these pictures:
I was interested to note the mixture of old and new in the last picture.