Ahhh, London, you little jewelbox, you.
These days, I would be hard pressed to genuinely choose a favorite city/place, since I’ve fallen in love with many, many spots around the world, but London will always be up there.
So, I was really excited when my dear friend Helen told me she was going to be in the city this past weekend, en route to a wedding further north (jealous!). She made tea rezzies and I hopped a train into the city with major pep in my step.
Our reservsations were late afternoon, which meant I had several hours to spend alone (Jeremy had to stay home and get some work done, my sweet little busy bee). We pulled into Waterloo station and I headed straight across the Thames to say hi to Ben and grab a(nother) coffee.
I made my way past Westminster Abbey, through St. James Park (daffodils in bloom!), and on to
my summer home Buckingham Palace.
It was crowded per usual, so I gave a quick wave and headed on down The Mall, all the way to Trafalgar Square and the National Gallery.
The National Gallery is one of my favorite places. I very rarely take pictures of artwork, as I feel it has to be experienced in person, since it’s such an emotional encounter. However, the architecture I have no issue snapping away at!
After the National Gallery, I went around the corner to the National Portrait Gallery to see the Vogue 100: A Century of Style exhibit, celebrating 100 years of British Vogue. The exhibit featured a whopping 280 photographs from the Condé Nast archives and was just incredibly lovely. No photos allowed in Vogue 100, but the shop had several interesting coordinating items (all of which I wanted to take home).
After filling my soul with fashion photography, I strolled through Picadilly and down Regent Street. I stopped in all my favorite shops, including Fortnum & Mason for one reason: they make the absolute BEST Turkish Delights.
From there, I headed on to one of my all time favorite spots in the entire world, Liberty, where they’d just set up their new scarf display. I hate to even describe this as just a “store”, as it offers so much more of a lifestyle experience.
After I put my grubby little hands on nearly every item in Libery, and made several rounds through the rug gallery (insert heart eyes emoji here), I made a final stop at the perfume counter to douse myself in Gypsy Water. By this time I was starving and ready for afternoon tea.
Helen and I had decided on sketch, but this post is already long, so I’ll write separately about our tea time rendezvous in all its girly pink glory!