Madison
The meal that followed was a revelation. Course after course of exquisitely prepared dishes arrived at our table, each more delicious than the last.
"This is incredible," I said between mouthfuls of a perfectly seared scallop.
"Better than the ones at The Savoy?"
"Different. But yes, maybe better."
Alexander looked satisfied as if my enjoyment of the meal was a personal victory. He raised his glass. "To your first visit to London."
I clinked my glass against his. "To unexpected tours and excellent guides."
His eyes held mine over the rim of his glass. "The tour's just beginning."
After lunch, we continued our exploration with a visit to the Tower of London. The ancient fortress loomed over the Thames, its stone walls telling stories of power, imprisonment, and execution.
"This is where Anne Boleyn was beheaded," Alexander said as we walked through the courtyard. "And where the princes disappeared."
"The princes in the Tower," I nodded. "I read about them in school."
