One of our first adventures in London was a visit to Westminster Abbey. Having never been to England Before, let alone Europe, I seem to be in a constant state of awe. Comming up from the tube station we look up and are standing in the Shadow of Big Ben and after a quick walk around to the Abbey I had the most amazing view of typical London, being able to see the eye, and parliament all along the Thames river, all in Southern London. For me the most powerful thought is the history of the Abbey, all that it has endured and all that it has stood for and now stands for to the peple of this country. I felt so very insignificant to walk into Poets Corner and stand on the graves of T.S. Eliot and Lord Byron. I was almost in tears reading the enscription on the a plaque commemorating the Bronte sister; "The Courage to Endure". Listening to the chior practice for a recital of Blake's "Songs of Experience", and "Songs of Innocence" while walking over the graves of long forgotten souls whose commemorationg enscrpitions have been worn away by the thousands of touristing footprints. I was greatly inspired by this particular trip to Westminster Abbey.