I do apologize in advance; this is the sort of childish humor I don’t normally like to lower myself to but it made me giggle like, well, a child seeing something a little naughty when I saw it and I am now going to share it with you.

Westminster Bridge spans the Thames in London, with Big Ben and Parliment at one end and a whole mess of touristy stuff at the other.  I like to imagine that the railings were designed by a very serious man, who took great pride in his work and was thoroughly satisfied to see the bridge completed.

Then I like to imagine him walking across the bridge at just the right time of day, looking down, and then smacking himself on the forehead.