Can you believe this was the view from his hotel?
The "Street Art" exhibit of the Tate Modern
Some actual Street Art
Random Sites Around London
Bilbao, Spain
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Showing posts with label London. Show all posts
Thursday, July 31, 2008
The Return
Dan came home last night after a little over a week in London and Spain. Here are some of the pics. Hard to believe he's going back in less than a month. Then Hong Kong. Then Amsterdam. Then Barcelona. Then Oregon.
Can you believe this was the view from his hotel?
The "Street Art" exhibit of the Tate Modern
Some actual Street Art
Random Sites Around London
Bilbao, Spain
Can you believe this was the view from his hotel?
The "Street Art" exhibit of the Tate Modern
Some actual Street Art
Random Sites Around London
Bilbao, Spain
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Day Seven
Tuesday, December 3, 2007
For my last day in London, I decided to go off in search of some of the infamous London street art.
Apparently, someone has a sense of humor.
And how exactly does this happen?
And then, of course, comes the political art:
Banksy maybe?
For my last day in London, I decided to go off in search of some of the infamous London street art.
Apparently, someone has a sense of humor.
And how exactly does this happen?
And then, of course, comes the political art:
Banksy maybe?
Day Six
Monday, December 3, 2007
Woke up feeling a little better, and decided that rather than over-exert myself (again), I would set out for just one thing...The London Eye!
This giant ferris wheel had been drawing me to it since I first started reading up on London. I headed out on the tube to Westminster, expecting to be right there, but I must had made a mistake, because I still had quite a bit of walking. Luckily, I'd grown fond of my walks along the Thames.
the ride:
the view:
I reached the eye, purchased my ticket, and got on line. The ride takes about thirty minutes, but offers some of the most spectacular views, especially of Parliament and Buckingham Palace.
I briefly decided to head out to Westminster Cathedral--but decided against pushing myself too far, and came back to the hotel. Dan ended up working late that night, so he brought home some sandwiches for dinner, which we ate in the room, then went to bed.
Woke up feeling a little better, and decided that rather than over-exert myself (again), I would set out for just one thing...The London Eye!
This giant ferris wheel had been drawing me to it since I first started reading up on London. I headed out on the tube to Westminster, expecting to be right there, but I must had made a mistake, because I still had quite a bit of walking. Luckily, I'd grown fond of my walks along the Thames.
the ride:
the view:
I reached the eye, purchased my ticket, and got on line. The ride takes about thirty minutes, but offers some of the most spectacular views, especially of Parliament and Buckingham Palace.
I briefly decided to head out to Westminster Cathedral--but decided against pushing myself too far, and came back to the hotel. Dan ended up working late that night, so he brought home some sandwiches for dinner, which we ate in the room, then went to bed.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Day Three
Friday, November 30, 2007
I had all intentions of starting the day off with the 10:45 London Walk’s “Royal Tour”, but the headache I woke up with told me otherwise (I should have stuck to beer, no more wine). So, after sleeping in a bit, I headed out around 11:00 to Piccadilly Circus.
Piccadilly’s not too much to speak of, it really is just a very busy intersection with a bunch of billboards—a small scale Times Square—but a site to see nonetheless. From there I walked down Regent Street to Pall Mall and came to the far more impressive Trafalgar Square.
I spent some time walking around the fountains, talking pictures of the column, avoiding pigeons. I was set to visit St. Martin-in-the-Fields, but was dismayed to find it under construction and completely hidden by scaffolding.
I tried to find Craven Street to see the one time home of Ben Franklin, but couldn’t, so I turned back to the Square and visited the National Gallery.
The Gallery has a very cool feature where you can enter your interests into a computer which then prints out a personalized tour to help you navigate through the giant museum. I selected the “Highlights Tour”, but most of the highlighted paintings were, for some unknown reason, it rooms that were closed “until further notice”.
Regretting my two pound donation to the Gallery, I left the museum and headed down Whitehall to St. James’ Park, which surprisingly became one of my favorite places. The park is beautiful, and a nice, peaceful break from the buzz of the City.
I stopped for a sandwich and watched the birds for a while. Then headed to Buckingham Palace.
Arriving at the palace I was glad that I skipped the early morning tour.....
After viewing the palace, and watching the guards, I got myself royally lost looking for Hyde Park.
Well, I came to Wellington Arch, and was disappointed to learn that I couldn’t go up to the top as I had heard.
Then I realized that I wasn’t in Hyde Park, but Green Park. I consulted my A-Z, then was again on my way.
Hyde Park was stunning.
It was the last day of November, and the Rose Garden was still in bloom! I watched the Winter Carnival being set up, then wandered along the Serpentine taking in the views. I made my way to the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain which was deserted at the time, but I can imagine it being full with playing children in the summertime.
By this time it had started to rain, heavily, so I started off towards the nearest tube station when, to my surprise, I stumbled upon all the glitz that is Harrods! The pictures just don’t do it justice—the lights, the trees, the windows—what a fabulous end to my day’s journey.
I headed off back to the hotel to dry off and meet up with Dan for dinner.
We hit the White Hart Pub on Bishopsgate Road for proper British pub fare—fish and chips for me and a meat platter for Dan, not to mention a few pints.
Went back to the Hoxton nicely stuffed and buzzed, and drifted immediately to sleep.
I had all intentions of starting the day off with the 10:45 London Walk’s “Royal Tour”, but the headache I woke up with told me otherwise (I should have stuck to beer, no more wine). So, after sleeping in a bit, I headed out around 11:00 to Piccadilly Circus.
Piccadilly’s not too much to speak of, it really is just a very busy intersection with a bunch of billboards—a small scale Times Square—but a site to see nonetheless. From there I walked down Regent Street to Pall Mall and came to the far more impressive Trafalgar Square.
I spent some time walking around the fountains, talking pictures of the column, avoiding pigeons. I was set to visit St. Martin-in-the-Fields, but was dismayed to find it under construction and completely hidden by scaffolding.
I tried to find Craven Street to see the one time home of Ben Franklin, but couldn’t, so I turned back to the Square and visited the National Gallery.
The Gallery has a very cool feature where you can enter your interests into a computer which then prints out a personalized tour to help you navigate through the giant museum. I selected the “Highlights Tour”, but most of the highlighted paintings were, for some unknown reason, it rooms that were closed “until further notice”.
Regretting my two pound donation to the Gallery, I left the museum and headed down Whitehall to St. James’ Park, which surprisingly became one of my favorite places. The park is beautiful, and a nice, peaceful break from the buzz of the City.
I stopped for a sandwich and watched the birds for a while. Then headed to Buckingham Palace.
Arriving at the palace I was glad that I skipped the early morning tour.....
After viewing the palace, and watching the guards, I got myself royally lost looking for Hyde Park.
Well, I came to Wellington Arch, and was disappointed to learn that I couldn’t go up to the top as I had heard.
Then I realized that I wasn’t in Hyde Park, but Green Park. I consulted my A-Z, then was again on my way.
Hyde Park was stunning.
It was the last day of November, and the Rose Garden was still in bloom! I watched the Winter Carnival being set up, then wandered along the Serpentine taking in the views. I made my way to the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain which was deserted at the time, but I can imagine it being full with playing children in the summertime.
By this time it had started to rain, heavily, so I started off towards the nearest tube station when, to my surprise, I stumbled upon all the glitz that is Harrods! The pictures just don’t do it justice—the lights, the trees, the windows—what a fabulous end to my day’s journey.
I headed off back to the hotel to dry off and meet up with Dan for dinner.
We hit the White Hart Pub on Bishopsgate Road for proper British pub fare—fish and chips for me and a meat platter for Dan, not to mention a few pints.
Went back to the Hoxton nicely stuffed and buzzed, and drifted immediately to sleep.
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