I'll get you somehow, Westminster.
Tried to photograph Number 10 Downing St, but a new layer of fencing and roadworks prevents the plebs from getting to the iron gate in front of the policemen in front of the barriers in front of the impenetrable fortress of scaffolding that protects the bomb-proof front door of the Prime Minister's residence from being assaulted by the harsh eyes of the citizenry. So this is the only photo I could take:
Downing St, according to the sign and absolutely no other available visual clues.
We sat around in St James Park for a bit, which would have been the highlight of the day if we were not ruthlessly assaulted by gangs of impossibly cute squirrels that took our repeated offerings of food and pleadings with them to come and play with us as some kind of an invitation to savagely molest our hands with THEIR RIDICULOUSLY ADORABLE LITTLE PAWS.
No! No! God no! Did you get the photo?
It was absolutely horrible, so we stayed for an hour.
Then we went to Leicester Square and were ripped off handsomely by everyone.
All in all, it was an excellent day, and more (and better) photos from it can be found on my Flickr page.
Next stop: Cambridge, where academic elitists will corrupt our traditional conservative values with their extravagantly magnificent ancient buildings.