In the morning we went to bookshops on Charing Cross Road. I eagerly looked for 84 Charing Cross Road, as I lived the movie based on it. Imagine my disgust to find it, not a quaint second hand bookshop, but of all things, a Pizza Hut. >:(
Here is a picture of me acting nonchalant as I pose for a picture in a great bookshop. Those books behind me look gorgeous and wonderful, but in actuality they are old men's magazines. Things are always less romantic up close. However, they make a nice picture.
Yesterday, we ambled down the streets of Oxford where famous guys like Lewis and Tolkein walked, likely with their minds far away in Narnia or Middle Earth somewhere.
This morning, we went to the Tower if London, and stood where many prisoners were kept locked in various towers awaiting their date with the executioner. Their last messages, carved into the walls of the towers, are hauntingly poignant, considering that many of them endured torture, choosing to be killed or their faith rather than recant.
"The more suffering for Christ in this world, the more glory with Christ in the next." -Arubdell, 22 June 1587
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