I flew to London and saw some birds.
I ate pastries at every meal.
I walked the London bridges while eating the cupcake.
We made faces in front of the London Eye.
We at Duck and Waffles and got to ride in a glass elevator.
We saw some laundry on the line.
I met a pony.
I stood in front of the giant doors at Saint Paul's Cathedral.
I said hello to the sun.
Pastries and pictures punctuated my days.
And of course, I posed with Big Ben.
All the school kids had adorable uniforms.
Both the buses and the taxis were far more photogenic than any American transportation.
There were no bumps, only humps.
The English loved us.