The weather in London is incredibly erratic: what started out as a grey morning turned into a soaking mess by the time we were around Picadilly Circus, and since my flip-flops had no tread whatsoever, I was slipping around on the smooth slate sidewalks…everywhere. Eventually I found a pair of cute, cheap espadrilles at an Urban Outfitters outpost that would prevent me from falling on my face, but by then the rain had cleared and we were treated to a day of dynamic clouds that should have opened over us, but somehow we avoided them for the rest of the day.
The photos below are the real “touristy” ones from our long walk that took us Bloomsbury Street to the British Museum to the Thames, past the inspiration for Orwell’s The Ministry of Love, pausing in Trafalgar Square and getting a glimpse at Buckingham Palace, into the Tate for a quick minute, and across Tower Bridge to check out the Tower of London. With C guiding us, though, we didn’t feel like tourists (save for my manic photography) because there were few lines we stood in and instead, we took it in the way someone who lives there does: drinking in the sights but not feeling compelled to visit every last place.
It makes me want to go back there so badly–you better believe I am tracking airfare rates through Kayak.com.
Meanwhile, enjoy the slide show!