All things considered, this city is pretty bizarre. The first place I went was Piccadilly Circus (I’m not going to lie, it was because I wanted to go shopping), where I was confronted by this.
Some oddball has decided to put the statue of Eros in a giant bubble and blow fake snow around it for the holidays. The bubble has advertising on it. Welcome to London.
It’s not all bad, but it generally consistently weird.
I met up with my parents in London, for the first time in a long time. A cold Christmas is an enormously big deal to us in the Other Hemisphere and the novelty of a weather-appropriate Christmas is yet to wear in the face of biting winds and cold toes. Needless to say, we stayed in a pretty schmick neighbourhood. (…)
London is a familiarish point these days so we skipped all the must-dos for a best-of.
First the parks, where squirrels eat leaves.
The V&A, which, embarrassingly, was a first. I stuck to historical fashion, jewellery, Japan and Korea because I am a cliche of myself.
More to come, I have radishes to chop up.