I haven’t been to London for almost 12 years, and with the sun shining, and a few difficult months behind us, it has been a real joy to arrive. It has been so lovely to show the children a great city. It’s difficult to describe without resorting to cliches, but the history of the city seems to permeate so much. I’ve enjoyed staying near Hyde Park with the streets of perfect white houses and chimneys silhouetted against the evening sky, cherry blossoms on trees, transport which is relatively easy and efficient (and I don’t feel as though I’m taking my life in my hands using it), crunchy apples, cool air, milk from a cow (not a box), Cornish clotted cream and scones, crunchy French bread (are we seeing a pattern emerge?), a long awaited visit to Anthropologie and just the simple joy of visiting a western sophisticated city.
From the children’s point of view, highlights of the day have been
:: Paddington Bear at Paddington Station
:: climbing around on the lions at Nelson’s Column in Trafalgar Square
:: Cecie being shown Academy of St. Martins in the Fields, where much of the classical music she loves comes from.
:: Finding the street named after our favourite King of Bling.
:: The real Van Gogh’s Sunflowers, and Monet’s Water lillies (Thank you Miss Varagnolo!) at the National Gallery.
:: Red phone boxes, red double decker buses and police boxes really, truly exist.
:: The 5 (yes five!!) storey, 250 year old Hamley’s toy shop, complete with new and unseen Sylvanian Families (a border collie family! We couldn’t resist), and Lego as only the Brits could do it…
:: Barbie and Ken are so 20th century. Move over to the new dream couple.