Sunday, July 12
It’s our last day in London. I had started organizing my suitcases Saturday afternoon but planned to leave the finishing touches till later in the day Sunday. Over coffee, Linda and I decided that the Royal Mews at Buckingham Palace would be our last stop in our twenty-one day, eight-country adventure. And maybe a stroll down Sloane Street for some window-shopping and brunch.
A short tube ride and we were back at the Queen’s house. The Royal Mews are around back. I thought I knew what the word mews meant. It’s just English for alley, right? Nope. It’s where the falcons go to molt. Falcon molting is called mewing, thus they mew in the mews. Are you still with me?
The Mews are built as a quadrangle with coach housing along one side, and the other sides containing stalls, harness rooms and parking for limousines. One section holds the Gold State Coach with four-life size Windsor Grays wearing the Morocco harness and two postillion riders. It is a breathtaking sight to see this coach in all its brilliance.
We worked our way through the mews, taking lots of photos and listening to the audio tour. Of course, we found the gift shop at the end of the tour and managed to pick up a few more items to tuck into our suitcases.
Next stop Sloane Street and a very nice café for a late brunch. My scrambled eggs must have been made with cream and I can safely say were the best I had ever eaten. And, the belini and fresh waffle that I couldn’t turn down meant we needed a nice walk and a bit of window-shopping. Then, hop on the tube and back to the flat for serious packing.