Moments that Matter

Caught in a London downpour.

Tenika and I climbed 528 steps (85 meters) to the Golden Gallery in St. Paul's Cathedral. The view of London was spectacular!


London Bridge

The home of William Shakespeare and the highlight of the trip for Tenika.

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