We Americans sailed up the Thames to get to a Thanksgiving Day service.
In this photo by Tilly through the bow window, you see Tower Bridge flanked by architectural curiosities of a later age: on the left, the Shard, on the right, the Walkie-Talkie. (I keep forgetting the latter nickname, had to search for it, so learned that its official name is 20 Fenchurch Street, whereas the Shard has no other name, except The Shard of Glass, in case you’re not sure what a shard is.)
The apparent Flying Saucer is only the reflection of a light inside the ship.
Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday in November, and the reason to be thankful could be that the month of “No sun – no moon – no morn – no noon – no warmth – no comfortable feel in any member…” is nearly over. But today, after many cold wet days, was bright blue.
We crossed the Millennium footbridge –
– to St. Paul’s cathedral, where Britain held a Thanksgiving service in honor of its former colony. Most of the congregation may have been American, and I wondered whether I was the only dual-national.
The lady in the left foreground is the U.S. ambassador’s wife, listening to the opening speech by her husband. He referred to the cathedral as “St. Patrick’s,” which could have delighted the people of another former colony.