I stood on Westminster Bridge.
I addressed Parliament. [I yelled my loudest]
I perused Harrod's, inside and out.
I soaked up the ambience of Bloomsbury.
I got hungry and ate.
I made new friends.
I paid homage to Winston and Ben.
And got on the London bandwagon.
But which did I prefer, dear reader, London or Paris? I must think about this. And I may be adding another world destination in the coming months, I'm happy to say. It rhymes with "dome." Also "loam." And "tome."
love,
becky
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