Friday, September 7, 2012

6 Sept, 2012


6 September, 2012

When in London. . . get a cheesy picture in a telephone booth!

I knew it was going to be a great day when I woke up with “No Place Like London” from Sweeney Todd ringing through my head. After a good ol’ English breakfast, complete with hot-chocolate, our group went on a sight-seeing bus tour of London.

Our tour guide’s name was Heather and she was a HOOT. We learned a ton about the city, its founding, and even some random trivia, such as the fact that one can buy anything at Herrod’s, supposedly the world’s most famous department store. A prince from somewhere once bought an elephant there in the 1980s. We took some group pictures at Buckingham Palace and Tower Bridge, complete with the Paralympic rings. My favorite part of the tour was seeing old London, including Fleet Street, which prompted me to sing, of course…

We ended up in Covent Gardens, a farmers market that dates back centuries. Streets around the square have names like Poultry street, Milk street, etc., because back in the day, that was where those particular markets were located. It’s still a functioning farmer’s market too (shout out to my local-shopping friends!!)

A friend and I spent the afternoon in the National Gallery, where we saw Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, da Vinci’s Madonna of the Rocks, and my favorite, Caravaggio’s Last Supper, among thousands of other priceless works. The best part was that it was free!

For the evening, I went and saw Les Misérables! Those of you who have been around me recently know that I just finished reading the novel Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo. It’s the best story in the world, as far as I am concerned, because it’s all about grace! The show was absolutely phenomenal. And because I got a student discount, I paid £27.50 instead of £65 for a floor seat in the 10th row!

I think I could honestly live in London. It was that impressive to me in SO many aspects. Something is inherently awesome when you can look up and see a building four times older than our country. Don’t worry though—moving here will have to be a few years down the road…

We’re headed to Florence in the a.m.! But I’ll see you again, London!


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