Yesterday, I went to see the changing of the guard. The website informs you that the changing of the guard is at 11:30, but that one ought to arrive at 11:15 to get a good spot. I got there at 11 to face a mosh-pit-worthy crowd, see next to nothing of the actual changing of the guard and experience the lovely sensation of jostling and shoving (seriously, why do all the tall people make it to the front and leave the short people to hop behind them?) The music was quite nice, however, as both bands played a few pieces, and the horses were lovely.
These are the police, not the guards, but their horses are awesome, and not averse to petting.
He was pulling some sheet music out of his pocket, not scratching his butt, by the way.
This is a shot of the crowd pressing up against the gates, just so you see what I had to deal with.
This is the wall that I became very familiar with, you might even say friendly, seeing as I spent so much time squashed up against it.
Surrounding the palace, right before you enter Green Park, there are gateways symbolizing Her Majesty's (former) colonies. This one is Canada.
Newfoundland
Australia.
A WWI Memorial, which stands on the way to Hyde Park from the Palace.
A statue of Wellington, surrounded by tributes to the regiments that fought under him.
This one's my favorite. I'm totally digging the kilt.
These are recordings of the bands that played (there were two bands), ignore the crappy camera work; the music is pretty good. Aside from being not a particularly steady hand at filming, I was also being jostled a bit and trying not to get other people's heads and hands and stuff into the shot as much as possible.
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