31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 12

31 Days of Traveling to Europe: Day 12 - Exploring London

It was this view from the Jubilee Bridge that made me realize that I was actually in London!

On the other side of the bridge was the London Eye. What an amazing way to see the city.

We next visited the National Portrait Gallery and the National Gallery. We got to see this portrait of the Duchess of Cambridge.

My sister and I didn't think it looked like she was smirking like all the critics said. It was a beautiful portrait.

The National Gallery is on Trafalgar Square. It was another entry on my to-do list to see the giant lions that stand guard here.

Next we made our way to Westminster Abbey. What a beautiful place!

This was one of my favorite shots. The old, Parliament, in the same frame as the new, the London Eye.

Next we made our way to Buckingham Palace.

On our way there, a crowd was gathered on a sidewalk, cameras in hand. As we wondered what was going on, we see several black cars pulling onto the thoroughfare. We asked what was going on and found out we had just seen Prince Charles' motorcade come out of this gate.

London did not disappoint. As I went to bed, I was exhausted but it was a good kind of exhausted and I went to sleep excited about what I was going to see the next day.

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