In the evening I strolled over to Westminster Cathedral - not to be confused with the Abbey - for a lovely and friendly mass. Lately I've been walking out of the service feeling so calm and refreshed. I can't tell you how much I value that feeling of peace, which can be found in myriad spaces. I'm looking forward to experiencing evensong (what a beautiful word!) later this week.
Today I managed to restrain myself (mostly) at the Courtauld's art book sale, then strolled the South Bank with a friend. It was a great walk, crossing and passing several bridges that mark the growth of the city (Millennium, Southwark,* London, and Tower). We ended up at the Tower, which currently has the gorgeously moving WWI poppy memorial installation. It's kind of strange and fitting that something so beautiful marks something so ghastly. And grisly.
Next edition: pub culture, meeting new people, and trying not to act, seem, or feel like a tourist (with varying degrees of success).
*Pronounced "suth'ick," and not "south-warrk" (aka exactly how it is spelled).