We’re recently back from an incredible week in London, where the sky was bursting with bright sunshine, so much so that I felt like I was in South Florida, not the UK.
London is an easy (though incredibly expensive) family trip, and despite the fact that we traipsed all over town with three children, I’m actually feeling relaxed. We had good weather, we spoke the language, the museums are free, the food is great, and taxis in London have 5 seats with seat belts, so we fit perfectly.
Where to begin? Oh, those lovely bright red double decker buses, or the cafes with their unlimited refills of English tea, or the fountains, or the street entertainers or the walk across the Thames River or sense that you are in a country that (by virtue of owning 25% of the world as recently as the 19th century) has among the best collection of artifacts of human civilization, ever.
We saw Egyptian mummies and the Rosetta Stone
in the British Museum, the Magna Carta and Beowolf in The British Library, we saw the tomb of Elizabeth I and Bloody Mary in Westminster Abbey, the wedding dress of Queen Victoria at Kensington Palace, and the golden carriage Elizabeth the II rode to her coronation sixty years ago.
We pondered paintings by Pablo Picasso at Tate Modern and Van Eyck at the National Gallery and the Bronte sisters at the National Portrait Museum. We took in the giant hand woven oriental rugs and the first anthology of Shakespeare’s plays at the Victoria and Albert Museum, gasped at the stories of beheadings and the sparkling Crown Jewels at the Tower of London. We browsed at Waterstone, the largest bookstore in Europe, and partied in Piccadily Circus. We marveled at the Warner Brothers Studio Harry Potter sets and the view from the top of the London Eye.
Oh, and we dined on pasta in a restaurant at the bottom of the driveway of Kensington Palace, at the exact same time Kate & William returned home from the hospital with Prince George. We didn’t see anything, but we can all officially say we’ve been within 25 yards of the royal family.
We fell hard, for London. Really, really hard.
I may be back in Atlanta, but I left a part of my heart in London.