It was a pretty laid back week, which was nice! We go to Paris this next week, so it was the calm before the storm.
MONDAY
Museum of Natural History. It was nice to go adventuring by myself; plenty of time to think, I could take the museum at my own pace, etc. It's just nice to have some alone time, since the only time I really get that is while I'm in the bathroom...
TUESDAY
I took a different route on my run this morning and found the Peter Pan statue! I was pleased as punch to finally find it.
Bek and I visited Lola's Cupcakes.
Lola's Cupcakes: A place I will be frequenting often in the near future.
I also feel like I am cheating on Sweet Arleen's.
As if I wasn't lucky enough to be living in London, I get to be here with THE cutest human.
We took our cupcakes to Regent's Park to eat. It easily became my favourite park in London.
We were privileged with the opportunity to see Angela Hewitt in concert; she is one of the most acclaimed concert pianists in the world right now. It was held in the Royal Festival Hall.
WEDNESDAY
Day Trip to Greenwich (pronounced Gren-itch). We took the ferry down the Thames a few miles to get there; it was neat to see the city from that point of view, rather than walking or taking the tube.
Once upon a time the forecast said we were to have no rain on Wednesday, so I took the time to curl my hair and left the house without my umbrella. But then. It rained. Hence the Babooshka look on the left.
But that rain makes for some awesome pictures of The Shard encompassed in clouds.
"A new order of the ages"
The Painted Hall
Yes. A ceiling selfie was most certainly required.
Old Royal Naval College, The Chapel of St. Peter and St. Paul
I love going to cathedrals and chapels; the artwork is phenomenal, the architecture inspiring, the intricate details astounding, taking part in their prayers is beautiful. Although these places of holy worship are magnificent and stunning in all their grandeur, it's been interesting to note what I feel, or rather, the lack of what I feel. I am consistently blown away by their splendor, but it is nothing compared to the feels I get when I listen to General Conference, hear a beautiful piece of music, or even attend one of the humble, yet still beautiful, chapels of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I had an experience in New York City similar to my feels here, but we'll save that for another day. All of this being said, this chapel was the closet I've come to having that "feeling" that I get in church and such; it was so light in comparison with the other holy buildings I have had the opportunity to visit whilst here.
Prime Meridian.
At the top of this lovely hill in the background is the Greenwich Observatory, home of the Prime Meridian, Greenwich Mean Time, etc.
Tunnel under the Thames
Dinner with Bek and Austin at this cute little Thai place in the back of a pub, Churchill Arms. SO yummy. The food is measured in spiciness in accordance to how many butterflies are next to the dish; the more butterflies, the spicy-er!
THURSDAY
Sometimes I question if this is "real life" when I come across scenes like this. The pictures do not do it justice, but this was the view from my run this morning. It was chilly, dewy, and damp. There was a low hanging mist throughout the park, with brilliant sun beams cutting through, making the grass sparkle and dance, and the trees illuminate in patches here and there.
FRIDAY
BBC tour!
For all you Doctor Who fans, here is your precious blue telephone box. Enjoy.
Some of my colleagues doing a reading in a radio recording room.
Night at the Museum: The Victoria and Albert edition
The V&A is open late Friday nights, so Austin and I went adventuring! (Side note: I LOVE going to the museums at night; true, not all of the exhibits are open, but it is no where near as crowded as it is during regular operating hours, which is super nice.) (Side note again: the V&A is, so far, my favourite museum here.) The above picture is David's hand. (Sorry kids-no full shots of David today.) Although it is only a cast of Michelangelo's remarkable original, it was, none the less, breathtaking. I mean, look at that hand. The veins. The tendons. The skin being pulled tight over the knuckles, with the indents all of us have. Amazing. And to imagine, Michelangelo carved Mr. Stunning out of a piece of faulty marble. Just goes to show the potential all of us have when put into the Master's hands.
SATURDAY
Africa on the Square! Followed by delicious burgers and milkshakes at Byron's, pub hopping (looking for Diet Cokes and live music mind you), and a movie night with Bean.
