June 21, 1999 - London

Since this was the last full day on vacation, we visited the Tate Gallery, St. James's Park, walked by Parliament and Buckingham Palace. We finished the day with the overcrowded Westminster Abbey.

John William Waterhouse's "Lady of Shalott"

There she weaves by night and day / A magic web with colours gay./She has heard a whisper say,/ A curse is on her if she stay/ To look down to Camelot./ She knows not what the curse may be,/ And so she weaveth steadily,/ And little other care hath she,/ The Lady of Shalott.

-Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott"

John Everett Millais' "Ophelia"

...Her clothes spread wide,/And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up;/ Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes,/As one incapable of her own distress,/ Or like a creature native and indu'd/ Unto that element; but long it could not be/ Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,/ Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay/ To muddy death.

Shakespeare's Hamlet

Caitlin, Addie, Me, Mom & Aunt Teresa