I cannot believe that it’s already November. I feel as though I completely missed August, September, and October. Those three months just completely blew past me and now we’re closing in on Christmas; a fact I’m continually reminded of when I walk through town. There is no order to wait until November to start putting up holiday wares here – the stores begin setting out their Christmas cards at the beginning of October! While my holiday-loving husband would love to live in a land of perpetual Christmas, I’m a total grinch compared to him. While I love Christmas, I think it should wait its turn until after Thanksgiving, which just happens to be my favorite holiday. Anyway, before more time slips away, here’s the rest of the London trip.
Our third day began with an outing to Little Venice.
My parents had told me about this cute little area and so Scotty and I set out to explore. It’s charming and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to live in one of these houseboats. Little Venice is so quiet and quaint.
We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast on a cafe built on a bridge where the above picture was our view! After that it was off to Richmond Park. We had read that this was great place to see deer but we missed them and instead discovered some beautiful paths and took a nice walk through this vast area that used to be the kings’ private hunting grounds.
We enjoyed a walk around Richmond, which despite it’s close proximity to London could be any classic English town. It felt worlds away from the hustle and bustle. Afterwards, it was back to SoHo for dinner.
The next day we decided to check out London Bridge, via the London Town Hall.
We spent about 40 minutes inside the Hall talking with a security guard who happily showed us around and let us walk into the gallery.
Next up, Tower Bridge.
We decided to explore the south side for a bit.
Next on the agenda was the British Museum. The problem was we had forgotten to pack our maps of London and so we walked and walked and walked and then got caught in a huge downpour. And found that we were no where near our destination. This called for a nice warming cup of mulled cider.
We took refuge under some awnings outside a pub, sipped our steaming cider, and watched London rush by – and it’s quite the sight to sit and watch rush-hour in the rain. Bikers, walkers, cars, taxis, busses – it’s chaos.
The next day we were definitely going to get in the British Museum – despite all my trips to this great city, I had yet to see this iconic London landmark.
The variety of treasures all housed under the roof of the British Museum is mind boggling. I think I could spend days here – and one has to consider the amazing arrogance and fortuitous foresight of the British. Their ability to recognize archeological treasures and then invest the time and resources in bringing them to Britain is amazing – and so brazen. Who knows how many of these priceless bits of human history would have been lost if they hadn’t done it – and yet, it seems that the countries they were taken from have every right to feel a bit gipped. And to top it all off, the building is gorgeous too!