Kellee wanted to see the city at night -- and what better vantage point than the London Eye?
We zipped down to South Bank on Monday night to board the Eye at 9:30 p.m., the last possible time before it closes. Even then, it wasn't quite dark. These summer days are so incredibly long. Apparently during the Olympics the Eye's hours will be extended until midnight, so true nighttime rides will be possible.
That's St. Paul's Cathedral above, with the white dome, and the National Theater colorfully lit in the foreground.
And here's the obligatory shot of Parliament. I never tire of this view.
Neither does Dave. (He later complained that his pictures were blurry, but I guess the iPhone only has so much low-light capability.)
By the time we got off the Eye, the sky was much darker.
Kellee returns to the states today. Dave leaves tomorrow for a music workshop in Kent. I'll probably travel down to join him this weekend. And then his parents arrive next week for a 10-day stay.
No rest for the weary!