April In London: VI
On that gray, sunless day, Westminster Abbey stood in all its stiff grandeur, facing a thick line of people waiting to glimpse the magnificance behind its doors. Though I felt strangely uninterested in the remnants of historically notable people the building incased, the architecture of the building drew me to it and pleased me immensely. The place had a grim yet appealing air about it, and the whole time, I found myself making numerous scribbles in my beat up notebook and my head.