Coffee & Bookshops

 

We’re almost through with London, I promise. We should be done by the middle of next week and then we can move onto other things. What those things are, I’m not quite entirely sure yet, but it’ll be good!  The 28th had us going out for coffee at Street Coffee which was a great way to spend a sunny Sunday.  After slowly sipping our caffeine, we headed to Postman’s Park for a walk around as well as checking out the Memorial to Heroic Self Sacrifice. 

A(nother) Canadian in London

Sometimes all you need is to see a friendly face.  Sam and I went to Loyalist together and when I went to France to au pair, she went to London to do the same thing. While I keep moving, she’s still there and we arranged to go for a picnic and spend the day together. There’s just something comforting about talking about past experiences with someone who was there and can go, “I remember that, too!”

All the Nerdy Things

I have a couple of notes in my planner that go along the lines of, “Did nuffin but sat on the couch,” and, “HUMID AS TAIWAN! D:”Which is not a thing I would write lightly because I have memories of lying on the tiled floor of our apartment in Taiwan, wondering if people in humid countries had secret gills because otherwise I didn’t understand how they breathed with so much water in the air. So because I am unfortunately not that mix of human fish that is apparently needed to live close to the ocean, we had a few days of nothing. Which was fine, because other days were like this where we did ALL OF THE THINGS and it all just balanced out. 

Taking Things Slow

 

We didn’t wander too far on this trip out, partly because my feet hurt but mostly because I hadn’t really stopped moving in almost two weeks, between leaving France and getting back to London. So, we gazed upon Tower Bridge and wandered around Shoreditch. 

It’s All a Bit of a Circus

Lessons learned: don’t make a visit to Buckingham Palace while the public is waiting for the name of a new royal. There were media tents and police everywhere, the crowds where choking the street and blocking traffic and getting a decent view of anything was near impossible. Which we didn’t stop to think about before we headed out and I guess that’s what you get when you don’t stop and think for thirty seconds.  (We learned later that evening or maybe the day after that his name was George. Ah, if only we had had patience.)