It’s a glorious three-day weekend here in UK — I’ve always wanted to experience a Bank Holiday after reading about them for years and years — and I decided to play tourist. Then quickly realized that I did not, in fact, have enough money to be a tourist.
Things started quietly. I spent Friday at the library being a good little researcher, then headed off to Bloomsbury for a talk at the London Review Bookshop. I love the LRB — love getting it in the mail, love leafing through it, love it even when I don’t read it — and I can’t quite say why. Part of me is sure it’s only nostalgia; part of me really does enjoy the articles.
In any case, I was on my way to see John Berger. And what should have been a rather straightforward walk turned into something of an odyssey of wrong turns down wrong streets, but eventually I made it — and in good time. Enough to wander around looking at books with John Berger. It was a bit odd. The talk was very full and very, very good.
I’m thinking of spending more of my lunch breaks there.
Then, on Saturday, I took a very long bus ride out to see Kensington Palace. The weather was not ideal; neither was all the renovation work. Ah, well.
A friend recommended that I try tea at the Orangery. It was packed — but pretty delicious. And probably the most expensive meal of my trip.
Today was the final stop on my tourist adventure — out to Spitalfields Market. This was a pretty comical effort, since any chance I had, I took a wrong turn. My sense of direction is unerring in its complete wrongness. Needless to say, the journey took quite a bit longer than planned. But I arrived and spent a good bit of time wandering through the stalls.
I also found my birthday bag — it’s a very spacious, compact little satchel with all kinds of flaps and pockets, just like I wanted. It’s perfect. As is my new scarf from TopShop.
Pretty nice, dontcha think?