This photo taken from the spire of St. Paul's cathedral with no less than 4 Japanese tourists jammed into my armpit.HONORABLE MENTION
I forgot to tell you that while Sheri was waiting for the girls and I to fight our way through the Japanese tourists and make our way back down the great spire of St. Paul's, she had a funny thing happen to her. As I mentioned, she was in the whispering gallery. Directly across from her (300 feet away) was a little English boy with a very cute accent. He figured out that he could whisper something to the nice American lady resting across the dome from him and she could hear it. So, like all boys love to do he thought of something very naughty to whisper. He cupped his little hands and spoke into the dome, sending his quiet words clear across the gallery to my wife's waiting ears, "Immodium AD."
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