Take a deep breath-it wasn't that bad! I had gone into the city with Wendy and the kids. We were having a great time; we went to an English library, and then to a cafe where Wendy treated us to tea and cookies. After that we set off for a friend's house, as they were going to give Baby Will clothes for the winter. We walked and walked and walked and...
finally Wendy called the friend to double check her directions.
So I decided to take some pictures while we were waiting. There were some pretty flowers, and right by where we stopped, an elaborate gate that looked like it led to a garden or park or something.
(The top of the gate)
So I was snapping away, taking pictures of the kids, the flowers, the gate--suddenly I noticed a group of police behind the gate looking at me with consternation and waving frantically for us to get away.
It turns out they were unhappy because I was taking pictures of the gate to the President's house! And unlike the U.S., pictures of the leader's residence are not welcome.
So as you can see, my adventure with the local police was nothing to be worried about. If that's all my contact with them while I'm here, I shall be quite happy! And I promise I won't take any more pictures of the presidents house.
And they all lived happily ever after.