At last came the big item: visiting the Tower of London.

Even on a wet and chilly day in November, the crowds were amazing. To think that there was a time when it was every English person's greatest wish not to go to the Tower.

The Tower is, of course, not a single building but a whole complex of structures, built over the course of centuries. For this reason it contains a variety of building styles. The tall building in the background is the oldest: the White Tower.

On Tower Green, the famous ravens hopped about and glared at the visitors. According to legend the kingdom will fall if they ever leave, so their wings are kept clipped, which probably explains their surly attitude.

Another Tower resident, however, seemed content enough, though a little dubious about the weather.

Phyllis had no trouble making friends with the Tower kitty.

And she never could resist a man in uniform. The Yeomen of the Guard aren't just costume figures; every one of them has a minimum of 22 years' distinguished service in Her Majesty's armed forces.

This undernourished-looking lad is supposed to be guarding the Crown Jewels.

The White Tower was built for William the Conqueror back in the 11th century, as a fortress to intimidate his newly-conquered people.

Outside the walls of the Tower, nineteenth-century cannon point across the river, where H.M.S. Belfast, a World War II heavy cruiser, is moored.

The Tower Bridge. Not to be confused with the London Bridge that was falling down.

Finally it was the end of the last day. As dusk settled over Trafalgar Square we waited for the bus and hoped we could return some day to this city we had come to love.