11:47 p.m. Greenwich

11:47 P.M. Greenwich--
After the museum we walked to a small green park, stopping en route to pick up bread, cheese, oranges, pears, and drinks for our lunch. I got bottled blackcurrant juice. The park provided a display of gorgeous flowerbeds and many people took advantage of the lush grass to spend time sunbathing. Then we progressed to the British Library, where I saw the original score of a Chopin piece, some of Beethoven’s work, Charlotte Bronte’s diary, the oldest copy of Beowulf, and an old copy of Shakespeare’s works with a famous portrait of him in the front.
Then, let’s see, we took the tube to St. Paul’s for the Dome tour. Being there must have been the highlight of the day! I cannot do it justice with a description. I do not remember the number of stairs we climbed—those narrow, winding, spiral stairways and narrow passages past dusky, dusty, mysterious chambers—but I do know that my legs trembled with fatigue once I had reached the second level! At the first level, we could walk all the way around the dome on the inside, and supposedly (when everyone else is quiet) one can be heard whispering from one side of the dome to the other, and that is no mean distance! We came to the next level, outside, where we were able to get some panoramic shots of the city of London. Unfortunately, the line to the very top was too long and time did not allow for us to wait for a turn. We came across a lot of Dutch students on tour whom Fr. Boonzaaijer enjoyed conversing with in his native language.
The races through he train stations and the crowding and jostling in the process of getting on and off are becoming rather enjoyable challenges! I tripped on the escalator today and scraped up my left ankle. It hurts, but my pride hurt worse.
After the St. Paul’s Dome we made it to Westminster Chapel for evensong, and by dint of Fr. Boonzaaijer’s mentioning that we students were a good choir, they gave us an exclusive tour, short but sweet. We then walked from there to the gardens near Buckingham Palace, then on to the train to head back to the neighborhood of St. Christopher’s for supper and bed.