I had to fly over to London last week for a meeting and to see some old friends; I lucked into one of those rare spring days when the English weather was perfect. The sky was blue, the sun was warm, and the flowers and fountains in St. James Park were at their absolute best. Happy tourists from all over the world mingled with pasty white Brits basking in the unaccustomed sun; dogs romped as South American tourists snapped pictures of exotic English wildlife like squirrels.
The grandeur of the vanished British Empire surrounds the park on every side; the imposing monument of Frederick, Duke of York (a son of George III who reorganized the British Army during the Napoleonic Wars and founded Sandhurst, the West Point of the UK) looms over the north and the Ministry of Defense rises on the east beside the bunker (now a museum) in which Winston Churchill fought the Battle of London.(more…)