We started our visit in Greenwich.
The Prime Meridian, dividing line between the Western and Eastern Hemispheres, runs through Greenwich.
Cassie straddles hemispheres.
Cool figureheads from old ships at Greenwich's Maritime Museum. If they could talk, imagine the sea stories they'd tell!
Part of the Royal Naval College in Greenwich.
London's Borough Market, home to many culinary delights.
First mentioned in 1276, the market claims to trace its roots back to Roman times.
Preparing raclette (which we quickly consumed).
Our raclette consisted of hot, gooey cheese scraped onto pickles, onions and potatoes.
Pork kidneys for 20 pence! What a steal!
Nothing like a late-morning scotch tasting.
Millennium Bridge and St. Paul's Cathedral.
One of dozens of dolphin lampposts on Queen's Walk along the Thames.
Cassie and I pose on the banks of the Thames.
The oft-photographed Houses of Parliament and Big Ben.
Fading sunlight over London.
The London Eye.
Another cliche tourist photo -- but who could resist?
Between us, Mike and I shot 1,000+ photos with our new Nikons.
Who is Bill Sticking, and what did he do to get banned?
Exploring Hampstead Heath.
The Hill Garden and Pergola in Hampstead Heath, supposedly once part of the gardens of Viscount Leverhulme (of Lever Bros. fame).
The pergola supposedly dates to the 18th century.
The gardens were gorgeous during our February visit, and must be stunning in springtime.
Looking for a pub in the alleyways of Hampstead.
Success! The Holly Bush.
Playing with my camera's nighttime settings.
Homemade traditional English breakfast with a twist: haggis!
Wesley's Chapel in the City of London.
The Royal Exchange.
London buses cruising Fleet Street (shot from yet another bus).
One of Her Majesty's Horse Guards.
Inside the Cabinet War Rooms, the bunkers from where Churchill managed World War II.
With the exception of the mannequins, the War Rooms have been left as they were at the end of the war.
Brick Lane, where apparently you can sample every kind of curry imaginable (sadly, we were on our way to have Sunday roast, so we didn't try any).
Self portrait on Tower Court.
Colorful doors everywhere.
I think Michele is trying to tell me something.
One last pub visit for a pint and a pie.