Well well. Back from the holidays, still catching up with everything I left here, Milan hot as hell and week-ends to look forward to, still got images, colours, smells from London in my mind. What a great city. Last time I have been there in 2003 searching books for my dissertation and now so much has changed.
I’ll try to be brief and describe where we’ve been with pics even if they’re not a great deal. Pretty much the contrary, don’t know what happened but our pictures were almost all shitty ones. Too bad. Let’s start. Spoiler alert: it. will. be. boring.
Day 1. We woke up early in the morning to go to Borough Market, this huge place where all kind of fatty, delicious, anti-model food is sold. Yuhmmy. Too bad we already ate like pigs at the hotel. Oh I hadn’t told you yet, but this was an eat-all-that-you-can holiday which means me and K ate possibly anything we found.
Then we were off to shopping, which meant Topshop, Oxford Street, Carnaby Street and Forbidden Planet, a real heaven for nerds like us. Topshop was a living hell with sales going on and crazy girls trying to buy the closest imitation to a Burberry pastel dress, but I managed to have fun and to buy something nice (not on sale of course). Oh well, for K Topshop was just hell with better looking devils inside. Carnaby is always so nice to go to, nice streets, nice shops, nice pubs. But the real goal for us was buying a Doctor Who’s Mini Tardis to put inside the car. Told ya we’re nerds.
In the evening we went for the first time to Brick Lane in the Shoreditch area, which we soon discovered to be the coolest place to be in London, nice places to eat and drink, vintage shops, vintage markets and a lot of young people out at every hour of the day. We liked it so much we decided to come back the day after.
Day 2. In the morning we dicided to be cultivated and go to the Tate Modern. I have to admit that I like the Tate Britain’s best but the T. Modern’s sorroundings are a lot more interesting: river Thames, bridges and T. Modern restaurant fish and chips. Amazing.
In the afternoon we went back to Shoreditch, more precisely to Spitalfields Market, a huge vintage and handmade stuff market. So wide I couln’t buy anything, not even the wannabe-mulberry for just 80 quid. Sigh. By the way we went to visit Rough Trade music shop and have another tour of Brick Lane. It was Sunday afternoon and everybody was out enjoing the nice weather, sitting on the streets, chatting and having a nice time. So beautiful to see.
Day 3. We got up so early that all the stands in Camden were still covered and closed, so we walked to reach Primrose Hill, from the top of which you can see the whole London’s skyline. Up there just us and the crows, magical.
Then we walked down to my favourite park, Queen Mary’s Gardens, which are actually inside Regent’s Park. They’re the closest thing to Alice in Wonderland’s talking flowers garden with every kind of rose named and perfectly cropped. There are small lakes with waterfalls, huge trees, strange birds and benches where you can sit and enjoy the day. A real dream.
All this to get to the real Highlight of the day: Wicked. No words can describe the state we were in while watching the actors singing and moving and making Elphaba, and Gaaaaalinda and the world of Oz true and alive. We basically cried our eyes out and left totally muddled up by it. Well, now tell me you can hear Defying Gravity without crying, oh no you can’t.
Day 4. The last day was pretty short since we had to catch our plane early in the afternoon, so we just decided for a quick tour to the Tate Britain. I really needed at least to have a look at two of my favourite paintings, the Ophelia by Millais and The Lady of Shalott by one of my favourite painters, Sir Waterhouse. Every time I see them they strikes me like it’s the first. Damn you Pre-Raphaelites.
And that was it, four great days full of things to see and food to taste and people to meet without whom we wouldn’t have seen half of the beautiful things we saw and tasted the food we tasted. Guess I’m going to suggest a trip to London to everyone who asks for holiday advices and we’re already thinking of going back soon.
Oh, when London’s calling we need to answer.