The goal for today was to see new things.
A friend suggested I check out the Serpentine in Hyde Park, to see the statue recreating Mr. Darcy's wet t-shirt moment from the BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice (please see this link as it is hilarious). Sadly, the statue was only in Hyde Park for about 36 hours before it was moved to its permanent home. A fact that I didn't discover until I had wandered through most of the park.
The wanderings did enable me to see a truly weird exhibit at the Serpentine Gallery. I am not quite sure how to describe what I saw - the entire exhibit was structures made out of concrete, plastic, glass, metal with organic elements worked in - plants, dirt, vegetables, fabrics. They were weird and twisted and fantastic and wonderful and made me wish I was an artist.
In my quest to see new things, I continued on through the Kensington Gardens to the Linley Sambourne House in Holland Park, with a short stop for sustenance at the Sausage Shop (apple smoked sausage with grilled onions). Edward Linley Sambourne was a cartoonist for Punch Magazine for four decades in the late 1900's and early 20th Century. His house was preserved in a trust after his and his wife's death (his great grand-son was married to Princess Margaret for awhile so the family had some pull). The tour was led by "Mrs. Sambourne" who spent the whole time telling us Linley was "right around the corner", which didn't get annoying at all during the 90 minute tour.
Having seen enough new stuff, I headed over to my favorite shopping spot in London, Camden Market, where I bought many things that resembled nets before heading to Trafalgar Square.
I love walking through London any time of the day but walking from through Whitehall at night seems especially Trafalgar Square to Parliament at night, all the monuments and building lose their backdrop of tourists and cameras and fanny packs and seem much more, well, monumental.
While I was wandering around, a very drunk protester was also wandering around, shouting "You've got blood on your hands David Cam-er-Aaaaan!" After he wandered down to Houses of Parliament (perhaps hoping to find the Prime Minister in a late night policy session?), I asked the guards outside 10 Downing Street if they ever carted anyone off. Not unless they had a weapon, they replied. A victory for freedom of expression, I guess.
I do not blame this child - swans can kill hyenas with their wings
happiest dog ever
The wanderings did enable me to see a truly weird exhibit at the Serpentine Gallery. I am not quite sure how to describe what I saw - the entire exhibit was structures made out of concrete, plastic, glass, metal with organic elements worked in - plants, dirt, vegetables, fabrics. They were weird and twisted and fantastic and wonderful and made me wish I was an artist.
kinda wish I had a mini version of this adorable elephant
In my quest to see new things, I continued on through the Kensington Gardens to the Linley Sambourne House in Holland Park, with a short stop for sustenance at the Sausage Shop (apple smoked sausage with grilled onions). Edward Linley Sambourne was a cartoonist for Punch Magazine for four decades in the late 1900's and early 20th Century. His house was preserved in a trust after his and his wife's death (his great grand-son was married to Princess Margaret for awhile so the family had some pull). The tour was led by "Mrs. Sambourne" who spent the whole time telling us Linley was "right around the corner", which didn't get annoying at all during the 90 minute tour.
Having seen enough new stuff, I headed over to my favorite shopping spot in London, Camden Market, where I bought many things that resembled nets before heading to Trafalgar Square.
I love walking through London any time of the day but walking from through Whitehall at night seems especially Trafalgar Square to Parliament at night, all the monuments and building lose their backdrop of tourists and cameras and fanny packs and seem much more, well, monumental.
Boudicca is my hero
While I was wandering around, a very drunk protester was also wandering around, shouting "You've got blood on your hands David Cam-er-Aaaaan!" After he wandered down to Houses of Parliament (perhaps hoping to find the Prime Minister in a late night policy session?), I asked the guards outside 10 Downing Street if they ever carted anyone off. Not unless they had a weapon, they replied. A victory for freedom of expression, I guess.
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