Sometimes I Don’t Like Living in England…

13 Apr

…and sometimes I love it. We had a weekend break in London. The weather was glorious and whilst strolling the bustling London streets I felt…at home. Strange, considering I’d love nothing more than to buy a cottage out in the country and live a slightly hermit-like existence, burying myself in my books and enjoying a quiet life virtually stranger-free. But I loved it in London. No one looked twice at the white woman wearing a headscarf. It made a lovely change from being stared at, spat at, and called “white Paki.” The people were actually friendly.

But it was more than just the lack of racism. It’s just such an amazing place. Bursting with history, crammed with people speaking all languages; I heard French, German, Spanish, Arabic, Chinese, and many more that I didn’t recognise. Beautiful architecture, wisteria in full bloom climbing up the terraced houses, a myriad of adorable and tempting boutiques, maddening one-way systems, surprisingly clean streets, endless places to eat, constant police sirens; the noise was ceaseless.

I was a typical tourist, gawking at everything, snapping photos left and right.

On Saturday we strolled through Notting Hill, then visited the Natural History Museum. Here is the entrance:

And just look at that ceiling…

When I’m rich I’m having that in my house. Well, not that one, but a copy. Just waiting to win the lottery (which I don’t play) or for a rich relative (which I don’t have) to die. Any day now…

On Sunday we did the touristy thing and walked along the Thames. Here are some highlights:

Harrod’s, which I really wanted to go into, but didn’t have time:

The iconic red double-decker:

The Big Pickle, more commonly known as the Gherkin:

I love this style of terraced house:

Another row of houses I love, this one with a bit of Wisteria. (Other houses had Wisteria leaking from their very pores, but I couldn’t get shots of those.)

Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre:

Esa and Hubby, posing with the London Eye and Th Houses of Parliament our new mansion in the background:

St. Paul’s Cathedral and some other stuff:

Some interesting sand sculptures, which the tide washed away not an hour later:

We also went into the Tate Modern (to use the restroom), which was a monstrous and rather ugly building, but I felt cosmopolitan going in.

In truth, I probably wouldn’t  be happy actually living in London, but it sure is a fabulous place to visit. ♥


Posted by on April 13, 2011 in Family Life, Holidays, Second Grade, Time off


6 responses to “Sometimes I Don’t Like Living in England…

  1. Elsie Hickey Wilson

    April 13, 2011 at 2:22 pm

    Hi, Michelle,
    So great to hear of your adventures! I’ve been thinking about your and Esa and his school year!

    • whimsyway

      April 13, 2011 at 2:26 pm

      Hi Elsie,
      Thanks for thinking of us. How are you?


  2. Suji

    April 13, 2011 at 6:02 pm

    I’ve missed your posts! Your trip sounds wonderful and Isa is so grown up now! But still that ever-charming grin. How have you been? I’m so sorry about the racism…there are such narrow-minded folks everywhere just waiting to be nasty, like they have nothing left to do. Take care…virtual hugs across the miles! Oh and I love the new look! So uplifting…that is such a pretty green header.

    • whimsyway

      April 14, 2011 at 2:11 pm

      Thanks, Suji. I’ve been well, just very busy…busier than usual I should say. How have you been? 🙂

  3. Neo

    April 13, 2011 at 8:18 pm

    Welcome back to the blogging world! Looks like you’ve had a great time in London. The nice thing about London is that it’s so cosmopolitan. I like to visit London too, but I won’t want to live there. It’s way too crowded most of the time!

    • whimsyway

      April 14, 2011 at 2:10 pm

      Thanks, Neo; it’s good to be back. Yes, it was very crowded. 🙂


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