Since we live in the country, we try as often as we can to visit the capital, if not, other nearby cities, and when we can, holidays abroad. Just to make sure that little T knows that the world isn’t just Cornwall 😉 There’s a big wide world out there little one, just waiting to be discovered 😉
If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that a couple of days before Christmas, we managed to visit the capital.
I love London. I like the cosmopolitan air, the sea of different faces from all over the globe – I imagine their stories in my head, where they’re from and what it’s like.
We passed by the Victorian St. Pancras railway station, now made famous by the Harry Potter films, though originally in the movie, it’s supposed to be the Kings Cross station, but it’s not surprising they chose the former, because of course it’s more cinematic than the latter. Opened in 1868 and since 2007, it’s now known as St. Pancras International, where you can catch a train into the continent and of course, all over the UK. In the 60s, the poet John Betjeman fought hard and campaigned against the proposed demolition of the beautiful St. Pancras station. Thank goodness for him, the grand Grade 1 listed building still stands today, as proud and handsome as ever.
In Haruki Murakami’s newest novel “The Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki”, the character loved train stations. He would sit for hours just people watching, I imagine the character falling in love with St. Pancras and never wanting to leave it. He would sit there everyday and just breathe in its life, if I lived in London, I’d imagine myself doing this too.
It’s not just people watching. It’s everything in it. The architecture, the humongous clock that hovers inside and the arches. I also love how the old meets new inside this famous railway station. The sleek modern trains is a huge contrast to the old steel-Victorian beams that above it.
This work of art wasn’t here the last time we visited. This sculpture is called “The Meeting Place” by Paul Day which obviously pays homage to the brave British soldiers and their families who are left behind.
From there, we took the tube to Covent Garden to have lunch and have a look around since we still had loads of time before going over to nearby Portugal road where the Peacock theatre is located.
It’s always busy here. Apparently in the 18th century, the area was known as the red-light district of London. I can imagine the prostitutes standing around, of course, it’s nothing like that today. Now you can find all kinds of shops, museums, restaurants and of course the Royal Opera House and Theatre Royal.
After the show, we went to the Somerset House which apparently the first Queen Elizabeth resided in while her half-sister reigned Mary was Queen.
It was late afternoon by the time we arrived there. And the atmosphere was just perfect for a family Christmas outing. Beautiful! But sadly, little T and her dad couldn’t skate. Even before the trip, the tickets were sold out for that particular date. We were hoping that somehow we’d be lucky enough to find extra tickets, we weren’t.
So we ended up just watching people skate. Poor little T so wanted to skate, in the end, we just thought that it was best to leave before a melt-down happened. She couldn’t understand why we couldn’t get tickets and was so envious of the little kids her age holding onto little bears and penguins!
We decided to go back to Covent garden and was welcomed with this:
The words “busy” and “crowded” was an understatement. We couldn’t even find a single shop to have some coffee and cake and ended up in a Cafe Nero about a street away, not exactly the kind of cafe we envisioned.
The important thing was, little T didn’t seem to mind at all! She had her delicious hot-chocolate with cream and two different kinds of cake slices, which of course her parents ended up eating.
It was a long and tiring day.
Was it worth it?
Are you a city or country person?
I’ve lived in a city all my life and thought I was a country-girl at heart.
But now that I live in the country, I now know that I’m really a city person.
What about you?