I woke up Sunday morning, ate some delicious muesli, and did some homework. I worked on another blog post for my personal blog, ate some lunch, and rearranged the furniture in my flat. I did some laundry, hung out with some friends, and cleaned, ... until! at 9 o'clock we headed out to Blackfriar's Bridge to watch some fireworks. London celebrated the Thames River Festival this weekend with parades ("carnivals"), buskers, live music, dancing Hare Krishna, and hundreds of vendors' booths. And fireworks.
Standing among thousands of Londoners, and probaby an equal number of foreigners, my friend Whitney and I watched the show with our mouths open. The small child next to us probably took less interest than we did. I have to say it's nice to be in a town where one of the world's most spectacular fireworks shows is just a walk down the road.
This picture doesn't capture the full glory of the event, but it does show one of London's famed double-decker busses passing by in front of us. (That's the big streak at the bottom. But don't worry: I picked a slow shutter speed; they don't actually drive that fast.)