Zac and I stepped out of the Tube this morning to this beautiful, iconic sight: We were on our way to Westminster Abbey for the 10:00 tour. (The church seems to have been leaning a little bit to the right at this moment. Something about keeping up with that church at Pisa.) The pic above shows the famous west entrance used for state events, including Diana's funeral. W e entered through the north entrance, depicted below. We were met inside by a man who informed us, in hushed and reverent tones, that although we purchased a ticket to get inside the building for a tour, we had not actually purchased the tour itself. The pronouncement sounded odd, but he sounded sincere, so we handed over another £10. (Yes, the dead are pricey these days, but the £10 pounds for a guided tour was a fantastic investment.) The Westminster Abbey tour humbled me. I left feeling very small, wanting to live a life filled with meaning -- a life of consequence. The tour made me ...