As you rightly surmise, this is the superspy MI 6 headquarters on the Thames in London! I was there for a short hiatus some time ago seeking employment (with the hope of just being an enduring hero). With the signature soundtrack album from Dr. No in my head, with its brass-and-percussion orchestrations, I approached the building knowing it would be a taut and thrilling adventure.
M, Q and Miss Moneypenny were eager to see how tactical I was. They spoke all about exotic weaponry and fine mechanical gadgetry, romantic liaisons of espionage, the evil villain and wicked henchmen, lovely foreign locales, the multi-purpose attaché case, the wristwatch-style weapon, high-caliber firepower and of course the engaging musical score. Then, they asked me what I thought of all this? I replied: “Well I have a blessed St. Benedict medal.”
Next, they concluded with one final question that was not about the gadget-laden Aston Martin: “What would your secret code name be and why?” Thinking I needed to be like 00 with a bit of humor in the face of sure death, I had to concede: “Of course it would have to be “Orbis Catholicvs’ because that’s what everybody knows me by.”
When you visit London you must make a pilgrimage here to Tower Hill where St. Thomas More died as well as to his tomb across the street in the Tower of London. 
Here I am at the tomb of this great saint in London. It is an outrage, but the Protestants have never given him back and so he's buried in the crypt of the Anglican chapel at the Tower of London. This crypt is closed to the public and so one has to ask security if they can visit it and go just before closing time for a quick moment. 
After the visit to the tomb of St. Thomas More it was time for a ride on the River Thames just as the saint-martyr used to ride on the same river.
Somebody asked me for a photo of a faldstool. I have four so here's a few. Italy has always had the lion's share of bishops and so you see lots of these chairs in Rome and elsewhere on the peninsula. 
They say that almost every one of the Fathers of the II Vatican Council is now dead.
In about 1988 my dad explained to me that it was time for me to serve at the altar. I had grown up in the choir loft with him, but at eight years of age I was graduating to the sanctuary - the holy of holies. He explaind to me that my first Mass would be on a Saturday afternoon. He vested me in the sacristy and told me that he, too, had done the same as well as my grandfather and great-grandfather. It was a proud moment and I still remember it. 
It is abundantly clear that this cornerstons is completely fitting. God bless the Maronites for doing it right.
One never knows who they'll meet in Italy! Just six days before I shook the hand of Romano Prodi on the streets of Rome. Then, while in this resort town near Rome, I meet the Princess!
God so placed Rome on the map that it is just within reach of some of the most lovely beaches. 
This past month a Requiem Mass was sung in Rome for the soul of Monsignor Richard J. Schuler at the F.S.S.P. parish of San Gregorio dei Muratori (www.fsspinurbe.blogspot.com).
