St. Paul's cathedral

It's Wednesday afternoon, and I am sitting in the crypt at st. Paul's cathedral waiting for Jan to come back from climbing the 500+ stairs to the whisper gallery, the base of the dome and the top of the dome! and worrying a little bit that we will not have time for our tour of the tower of london as planned. Tickets bought o line for today are good for a week, so we can always go tomorrow. However, did plan for today. The tower closes at 5:30 and it is already after 3:00. Oh, well. I am enjoying the rest after the tube lead us through several long walks underground on our route to get here. We started at charring cross station, directly in front of the route 15 bus stop. I pointed out that the bus was direct to both st. Paul's and the tower, but Jan thought that the underground would be faster: the northern line to one stop and the central line to the cathedral. Hah! I say, Hah! 

Well, it was worth the trip. St. Paul's is magnificent and from certain vantage points the intersecting curving lines of the upper architecture is quite simply dizzying. Then there is the opulent iconography, and the carved and gilted woodwork and pillars, the wrought iron gateways, the marble statuary, and the memorials that stretch back beyond the great fire of 1666. Not only are nobles buried here, but also many of the great heroes and thinkers of various times. And a few of their wives. Funny how there are always so few women considered worthy of these memorials. But there are some and I will look them up the book I just bought. Well Jan is back. Time to go to the tower.