Yes I did it. I watched the Royal Wedding. After having danced and chatted with fellow graduates until midnight on Thursday at the end of year party, I woke up at 4 AM to head to a friend's house and watch the events unfold. Here is why I watched:
After having lived in London every summer for 4 years and almost one year after that,
I miss the vibrant, eclectic, pulsing city at least once per week.
|Changing of the Guard up the Mall in front of Buckingham Palace.|
I was able to hear the names of the places I visited, the streets I walked, the ones spaces that came to dwell in my heart as historical connections to the past that healed my reckless existence.
|Greenwich Village looking out from the Old Navy College.|
|Art installation at Trafalgar Square using the roots of trees from a |
South American rainforest to increase awareness of the destruction of these forests.
|On the London Eye with Marcia and Art, looking out over |
Westminster Abbey and Houses of Parliament.
Almost 30 years ago my Aunts and Uncles woke all us Pilling kids up at 3 AM Shuwap, BC time and we watched Diana and Charles wed. They had a long stretch of foam mats, blankets, pillows that we cuddled under wondering why we were so lucky to be up partying at this hour. I also remember a delicious selection of treats, although I cannot remember what they were.
|My Grandpa Doral Pilling in the shores of Shuswap Lake in the 1980's.|
To see an inner bird's eye view of a magnificent gothic abbey. Having been on three tours during my stay with various groups I remember the six crystal chandeliers are 6 feet high but are dwarfed in comparison to the actual height of the 102 foot nave. I believe 3,000 people have been buried or memorialized inside the building. A juxtaposition of a new relationship budding from the surrounding lives that have ended.
|From Google Images, goingtolondon website.|
Having attended Evensong on several occasions at the abbey, I wanted to hear the boys and men's choir one more time. Mmmmm....love their soprano to bass voices intermingling and resonating of the stone of the Norman interior.
|Thank you CBC for this shot!|
Thank you CBC for the live coverage. Thank you to my father who let me move back in with him while he was living in London and while I was in my late 30's. Thank you mum my who was our part-time roommate and the one who took me to so many West End shows I lost track of how many times I have seen Billy Elliot, Wicked, Oliver, and Sister Act.
|Greg and I on the top of a double decker bus, |
just south of his flat on Regent Street.
|Wyona, Marcia and I in Camden Town Market, North London.|
My time in London was brief but will stay with me for years to come.
You can take a woman out of London, but you can't take the London out of the woman.