Solemn Mass at Westminster Cathedral
Then it was off to Buckingham Palace. I got a picture of myself with the tremendous monument to Queen Victoria, a significant thing for me, since she is one my my favorite historical figures. We had a picnic in the St. James gardens which lie before the palace gates. I think there is no better place for a picnic than an English garden. There were plenty of people there: families with young children, people jogging or walking their dogs, and a few reclining against trees and reading. We strolled after lunch and saw the Duck Island and a charming little Victorian house on the lake.
Down the street we then went, and saw a monument to Winston Churchill across the way from Parliament. The sculptor did a fine job portraying him- a broad, stout figure in a greatcoat, grasping a cane. But they forgot the cigar. We saw Big Ben, the Parliament buildings, the London Bridge, and the London Eye. It was thrilling to actually see Big Ben. I have seen and read so many depictions and descriptions of it, and the real thing definitely lived up to my expectations. Parliament, sitting on the side of the river, was impressive as well.
Later, we saw the Tower of London, and sat on a bench by the waterfront for a while, talking and (in my case, at least) people-watching. In the afternoon, we tried to see the crypt of the forty English martyrs, but it was closed. We did, however, visit the beautiful Jesuit church of the Immaculate Conception. It was built in the 1840s, just a few years after the Catholic Emancipation.
All about the church were chapels and statues of various saints: St. Aloysius, St. Ignatius, St. Stanislaus Kostka, St. John Nepomucene, who died defending the seal of confession; St. Anthony of Padua, St. Therese of Lisieux, St. Margaret of Scotland, St. Winifred, St. Francis of Rome (who is my mother's patron), and the Saints Thomas- the Apostle and the other of Canterbury. There were also alters of Our Lady of Lourdes and Our Lady of Dolours.
St. Margaret of Scotland
When we returned to the Clovis house, we ate a delicious dinner and met some of their relatives who were visiting. The house was merry and crowded; there were far more children than I could keep straight. I said goodbyes to the children then, because we were to leave very early the next morning and wouldn't see them again. The youngest daughter of the family gave me a small blue box to give to the youngest daughter in my family; the two of them are the same age and have been pen pals for a few years, but have not yet met each other.