Monday, 12 January 2015

More London wanderings

Only a day's worth, but lots packed in and recorded - until I realised the camera had no battery left.

I arrived late on a frosty eve and checked into a small cheap hotel near Victoria. As usual I had hoped for a quaint, rambling hotel with interesting artifacts and old furniture, but, as usual, it turned out to be a once-elegant building now stripped of any features.
I was installed in a micro room featuring flat pack furniture and hideous pink paintwork - like being in some fearful medical experiment involving lurid blancmange. I slept badly due to no heating, an odd clicking in the wall which I think must have been death-watch beetle, and pillows like fossilised marshmallows. However I felt cheerful enough the next morning and sallied forth to experience art, architecture and mainly just wandering about gawping.


 The most wonderful light that morning: a row of companionable chimney stacks and light spots against a early blue sky.


 A statue in Green Park featuring my sort of dog.


 Clever bit of wall decoration at Green Park tube; inspired by the fossil-filled stone blocks.


Glass cases containing hauntingly beautiful and rusty submarines and battleships. I didn't learn much about 'why' as I was too hungry.


So . . . cooked breakfast at posh café opposite The R.A. Perfect in every way except I think they should serve the butter in tiny china dishes not plastic, foil covered things like in a motorway service station. I did tell them and was thrown into the street. (Not)




Part of the canal somewhere near Haggerston, looking towards the Cucumber building etc. I was completely amazed by this stretch of water; doubly amazed that I could have lived so long in this city at various times and not walked these lovely waterside paths.

Then I got lost. And the camera ran out of battery which was a great shame as I had ended up in Brick Lane market which was seething with a million different people, dogs, smells, colours, foods, vintage clothes etc etc.
I spent a lot of the rest of the day being obsessed about a grey rabbit fur hat that I missed as I had tried to barter with a wily Russian woman who said she could get the full price - and did while I had walked nonchalantly away planning to come back and up the price a little . . . I did buy a cheaper black ostrich feather hat instead, but it wasn't nearly as good - still idly checking the internet every now and then . . .

3 comments:

  1. hey youre in London:) Me too - how long are you here and have you got time to wander this way??

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    1. Aw . . . that'd be fun, but I'm back here now. How long is it since we caught up . . . ? Must do so! K x

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    2. indeed!! When I get back will fix a date, my turn :)

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