London 1 - 1

Imagine,

Armistice Day in London,

driving straight through the city

to the parking place

opposite the Houses of Parliament.

Westminster.

2 cars there. No control, nothing,

just a camera in the corner.

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Walking outside,

towards the London skies of rain,

and the characteristic buildings.

Home again!

Just home again!!!

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The pavement

sunk by the many feet

of interviewers and interviewees?

Or was it the heavy

BBC equipment???

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Planes, and more of them.

And they didn't bother anyone.

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Those early morning colours!

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Preparations for the main event.

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Can't call it wrapped Ben....

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Such a pity the entrance is closed already.

Would have loved to pay my respect.

So now I do it from afar....

Both in space and time.

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Dad used to sing

in a byzantine choir.

With Russian icons

in the church.

It feels like a greeting.

The wreaths are ready...

some a bit beyond that.

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While we were still waiting

for the security check

the music!!

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Checked!!

After waiting 1,5 hours.

And we were among the first 30.

Pity I had to go back again

after feeling unwell.

St Johns were very kind.

My son kept telling them I skipped breakfast.

I didn't!!

I had 2 bread before leaving the car.

Well, due to his own mistake

he had to get bread and coffee for me.

Paid a lot!!

I got back 

and was not allowed to cross the street anymore

so my daughter D was watching all by herself,

standing straight under the Queen.

And we had a huge screen,

and could see the conductor

and the march past.

Not a real problem,

as the pavement was dry,

and there was room enough,

to sit down.

We could even see everything,

sitting down.

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Familiar green and black coats!!

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