One of the touristy places we visited during our week was the Coca-Cola London Eye.

It was a beautiful, sunny spring-like day in London when a few of us decided to go take a whirl.  There were six of us in one of the cars with about six other people who thought we were some of those crazy Americans that they had always heard about but never properly seen.  I noticed that, literally, when Rosemary, Meg and myself went to one side of the car, the other (non-Sherlockian) people kind of migrated away from us.  As far away as they could get.  (I feel accomplished.)

A little known fact of mine is that I am afraid of heights.  The Eye moves so slowly that you really don’t realize how high up you are.  The cars are large and heavy so they don’t rock.  We were having a grand time taking snaps and videos. It was so amazing!

At the zenith, you can see almost all of London.  From Mycroft’s MI6 building to Battersea Power Station to St. Paul’s Cathedral, the views are a sight to behold.

It was one of the best Valentine’s Days I have had in years:

Sherlock and John being chummy.

Mary giving a ring to Moriarty.

Sherlock blowing off a marriage proposal.

All I can say is, next time James will have a bigger bauble and maybe a locked-room mystery or two to entice Sherlock away from John.  Or maybe kidnap Johnny boy to get Sherly’s attention.  Hmm… decisions, decisions…

This is 30 minutes of my life I will never forget.  Thanks to my partners in crime: Rosemary, Meg, Beverly, Beth, and Anne.  You made this day more than I thought it could be.  Thank you from the bottom of my little heart.

Next week: Lunch at the Sherlock Holmes Pub.

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