Celebrating a Marriage of Commoners where Royals Wed

Today is our 6th wedding anniversary. So, how about we celebrate it by visiting scenes of wedding celebrations far more illustrious and grand than mine? Although Orlando was sunny and beautiful, it lacks the centuries of history of London and something tells me that this spot is probably slightly more grand than the Yacht Club at Walt Disney World when it comes to hosting receptions:




It looks a little different without tens of thousands of people camped out along the Mall in front of the Victoria Memorial hoping to catch sight of a wave or a royal kiss from the balcony.

The first day we tried to go in and tour Westminster Abbey, it was closed as the Queen would be attending a service for the Commonwealth later that afternoon and security had to be prepared (part of me wanted to camp out to see the Queen, but most of me didn’t want to waste that much time just sitting around when there is so much to see in London).



When we finally made it inside, we dutifully and respectfully followed the rules of not taking pictures. Westminster Abbey, above all, is a place to worship and I wanted to do my part to maintain that primary purpose even if surrounded by hundreds of other circling tourists trying to surreptitiously snap photos with their I-Phones. We listened to another enlightening audio tour and I kept my eyes peeled for monuments and tombs of some of my favorite Britons from history.

Once out in the college garden at Westminster, we did manage a few photos:




On another day, we visited the site of the most famous royal wedding prior to the royal wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. St. Paul’s Cathedral in the City hosted the wedding of Prince Charles and the Lady Diana Spencer and her tremendous puffed sleeves.


I suppose those enormous columns provided a nice balance to the puffed sleeves and eternally long train of the most ridiculous wedding dress of the 1980s (an incredibly noteworthy feat considering the general ridiculousness of the wedding dresses of the 1980s).



The square outside of St. Paul’s was packed with city workers enjoying lunch outside on such a lovely day.


Inside, another audio tour and monuments to many more famous Britons awaited. Perhaps it was in part because of the sheer pain in my feet, but I paused a little longer in St. Paul’s than I had in Westminster, and sat and pondered some of the spiritual matters in my own life while I was in this beautiful place devoted to the worship of God. It was nice. It helped.

We decided to climb the stairs to the famous whispering gallery in the dome of St. Paul’s. We climbed up more stairs and with legs burning, we were treated to a lovely outside views of the city of London:




Finally, it is highly unlikely that anyone will ever make life-sized Lego recreations of how David and I looked on our wedding day, but maybe we can hire a Lego professional to do it in time for our seventh anniversary?


We will just need to find a toy store worthy of the display of us.

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