At the Tower of London....
I am the one who reads the trashy King Henry VIII novels.I am the one who wanted to see all of the sparkly crown jewels.
Brian is the one who had already been to the Tower but went again so I could see where Ann Boleyn had her head chopped off.
Having lunch in St. James Park...
I am an incredibly indecisive orderer. Brian always offers to order my second choice and split it with me so I can try both. Then, when I like his better, he lets me have the rest.At a pub in Covent Garden...
I had to work for an hour before we met my family for dinner. Brian sat patiently while I worked, offering helpful suggestions when I needed them, and letting me steal sips of his beer so I wouldn't feel guilty for having one of my own.And my favorite of all, outside Buckingham Palace...
Brian will simply do anything in the world to make me laugh. Anything. We noticed that with his map, camera, and back pack (of which was full of my stuff) he looked like the quintessential American tourist. To my delight he did not argue when I asked him to pose as such.
