|London Day 5 (v. long)
||[Jun. 6th, 2006|09:24 am]
Travels of a Dynamic Duo
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Day 5 – last day in London
Our last full day in London begins with a trip to Hampton Court, one hour outside central London. I’m going to quote here from my journal – just for fun.
The bus ride jostles me a bit because of some poor sleep (and frustration at my dumb, sore body). At any rate, the Court was lovely. Took lots of pics for Mom of the gardens including the famous Maze, the main fountain court and other.
The clock tower, which I loved because of the zodiac signs.
(Written later that night, slightly tipsy) I was discussing Hampton Court. The courtyard was breathtaking (including costumed guides who were presumably wives of Henry VIII who lived there). We wandered first into the Georgian rooms and the Queen’s area before heading in to the gardens…Jenny gasped at the gardens when they first came into view – we all laughed including the guard.
Jenny standing outside the back of Hampton Court.
Walking paths are fun with friends.
The gardens, fountain, and sound of the gravel were all so relaxing. We spent over an hour around the various gardens, including the maze. It wasn’t too difficult but the hidden speaker boxes were effing scary! I won for best surprised scream.
We made it!
Center of the maze, our shadows.
One of my favorite pictures from the whole trip, the oldest vine in England.
Michael and I are writing postcards now and I know my semi-intoxicated state will lead me to miss key moments of the day. We took a tour of the massive kitchens (which smelled authentically like meat) whilst we were waiting on the carriage ride. Thistles (the horse) and Morgan (?) (our guide) gave us a lovely tour of the hunting grounds. I must have taken dozens of pictures [like this]
We leave a little after noon (I owed Kate some chocolate that we purchased later in the day) for another sleepy bus ride back to central London. Quick costume change at the hotel and to Salisbury’s for another lunch on the go on Oxford Street, where I get some cute earrings and a black pashmina. We all find ways to spend money. Sadly, we waited too late to see the inside of Westminster Abbey by the time we got there. We sulk for a bit, sit on the lawn, and make further plans. We decide to follow the advice of Morgan the carriage driver (a former exchange student himself) to hit Camden, a funk shopping and hippie/goth/etc area of town.
Jenny and Annica at Piccadilly when we stopped for currency exchange before Camden.
We love it! My inner goth is amused by the rows of shops with black things, corsets, white face paint, etc. We stop in dozens of shops where I drool over Doc Marten Mary Janes. I think we all bought something: I got a necklace from a street vendor, Michael got a very sleek leather jacket from a vintage shop and some Street Fighter action figures from the rave shop, and Jenny got a cute polka dot belt. Our last stop was an import store with some very interesting shop keeps who asked us if we knew Tim McVay. Michael got a heat Kirin statue – a dragon figure from Indonesia. Jenny and I get an offer for drugs (politely declined) as we wait for Michael and Annica to finish poking around. We all end up at a fish and chips place then home to the hotel with a quick stop to King’s Cross.
More Camden pics:
Annica with the Buddha outside the Camden market bathrooms.
Annica helping out Harry at King’s Cross, platform 9 ¾ .
Walk back near the British Museum again (don’t remember when I took this) along the quintessential 19th century London housing. Very P&P looking.
Michael, Jenny, and I decide to go out that night since we have been entirely too sober. We hit the overpriced hotel bar, back to the Imperial for a rum and coke, then finally to the Edge for some fag hag time and a Saturday special drink. Stopped by the Greek place for some rice and baklava takeout. Mmmm. We also stopped by Harmony for a special purchase (must see to that). Paris tomorrow on the Eurostar.
Last night out at The Edge, very cool gay bar.
Michael and I outside the Imperial, the lovely pub in our last night out with Jenny.
So in love. (London is pretty damn cool too)