This afternoon, we went to St Paul’s Cathedral with my son. It turns out that I am slightly afraid of heights, although I suspect that this is made much worse when it is windy (which it always is up there, it’s an incredibly tall building).
I wasn’t the only one – we passed an American lady who was doing her best to get up a spiral staircase. Thankfully, my son is indifferent to heights and climbed up the stairs without any complaints.
When you are at the top, you can see all over London. I think there are some restrictions so that people don’t build anything taller than St Paul’s but these may have eased off a bit.
I didn’t take any photos inside St Paul’s itself because they tell you not to (and it seems a bit tacky inside a church). The church itself is lovely and in the crypt you can see Nelson‘s tomb. My son preferred the shortbread from the cafe though.