Some guards in funny-looking clothes took us on a tour—they’re called Beefeaters. Hell, everyone eats beef where I come from. Turns out, the Beefeaters used to guard the prisoners and take them to get their heads chopped off, and that includes queens.
I tried on a crown but decided I’d rather keep my head than be a queen. Not sure what queens do, and anyway my own hat is a lot more comfortable. Then one of them Beefeaters wanted Diane come with him. After hearing about heads rolling, I put the kibosh on that.
You can’t lose track of time in this city—they’ve got the biggest clock I ever did see. And there ain’t much that’s more fun that a marching band. I hung around the fellows for a while and next thing you know... well, you can see the picture. Diane gave me a good ribbin’ about that. I’m still waiting on that hot coffee she promised.
Anyway, then we went to see a monument of women warriors. Us gals is generally overlooked so I was right glad to see it. Then we went to a church that made the Fry Pan Gulch church look like a dollhouse.
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