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Sunday was an alternating of church and alcohol, and sometimes both. After wandering over the grounds of St. Margaret's (left) and Westminster Abbey (right), we went to a morning service at Westminster. We read the sign right, but apparently the officiants didn't, so we were half an hour late and, after convincing the guard we weren't mere tourists but worshipers as well, had to sit on folding chairs in the way back behind the carved wooden screen. We were graciously ushered up for Eucharist. I was so intent on doing it right that after I popped the wafer in my mouth, I watched the man ahead of me to see how he handled the wine. When I saw him dip his wafer, I actually began to spit mine back out of my mouth into my hand before I realized that would probably not be appropriate. They didn't quibble at my sipping, but now I knew why we had been resigned to the way back and out of sight.
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We then took our first trip of the day over the Thames using the Millennium Bridge. We went to Vinopolis, a wine museum that makes the exhibits go down easy by offering several wine tastings scattered along the path. We even tried absinthe, the green fairy outlawed in the US! Our favorite drink was a Spanish sherry, of which we bought a bottle to spice up hostel dinners throughout the rest of our trip.
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