…during my youth when I sang the song,
I never believed they were white.
How wrong was I?
This was the beginning of our European adventure…
…as we left the
White Cliffs of Dover
My contribution for this week’s challenge…
This week I decided to post
some images of landmarks which…
were talked about when I was at school…
have been through two World Wars…
and which we were fortunate enough
Although we only made it to the second level
of the Eiffel Tower it was an experience
not to be forgotten.
We were told that we could climb up, inside,
the Arc De Triomphe,
however, my knees, ankles and feet
as it was our last night of the tour…
It was wonderful to get back on British soil again.
I don’t know how many times I said ‘grazie‘
only to realise that we had crossed a border
and now should have said ‘merci‘, or ‘danke‘.