It was really sad to leave London after a month. Just like it was sad to leave Portugal after 5 days. I think it’s endings in general that are sad. Like a good film by Almodovár (do you know his work?), I just want it to keep going and going.
The London Eye is my favorite city landmark. I look for it whenever I’m watching British TV back home. Although it’s in a super touristy area to walk around in, I just love the look of it, silhouetted against the sky.
At the British Museum (my first time), I explored a room full of “curiosities” collected by royals and aristocracy over the years. It’s charming because it’s a little haphazard compared with the way more formal museum displays are usually arranged. But of course, it is the atrium (above), that’s become the iconic symbol of the space.
The view at Highbury Fields, a park nearby to where I stayed in Islington, was so lush and soothing. I took several laps around this park to retreat from the city bustle.
Sunrise, something I don’t really much care to witness (not a morning person, at all), was nonetheless really striking from the terrace of the flat where I stayed.
Due to an unexpected weekend service change, I had to exit the tube at Bank Street and loved the view as I ascended the stairs.
This is somewhere Clapham-ish. There was a fantastic little place called The Dairy — where I had an elderflower and gin cocktail, and snacked on smoked almonds — just outside the frame of this photo. I took this shot moments before I spotted the pub, and promptly crossed the street to explore it.
I take a lot of walks, and really enjoyed wandering the winding streets of Islington. It was past the peak of summer, but people’s little gardens still looked charming.
This pub, Hoxley & Porter, was designed to look like a train car interior. It really did feel like you were traveling to Casablanca!
That’s a little snippet of my last week in London, after a month of adventure. I think it feels hard to leave things behind because you’re kind of looking backwards, and the thing you loved is just getting further away. Probably the only real cure for endings is something to look forward to…. Luckily, I’ll be in Paris for a week next.
What about you? Do you hate endings? What’s the best way to end something?
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