What is the quote? “He who gets bored of London is bored of life!”…or something like that. What an amazing city, and I’ve only begun to explore its sights! I spent time in the Westminster area today, west London. It was the perfect mix of culture and corporate. I walked out from the underground tube and saw the cloudy sky before me and as I inched closer to fresh air I saw the London Eye. I was surrounded by people from all over the world snapping pictures, so I became happy snappy right away as well.
I had started the day with no plans which is actually quite unusual for me. I began to wander seeing Big Ben to my right so I wondered in his direction. Towering over the city it is every bit what you would imagine. Like a toy clock blown up from a little boy’s toy chest and singing out a sound that I’m sure gives an element of security to its’ district.
I wandered to the Houses of Parliament and ended up going in to listen to the debates. I was quite disappointed in the lack of heat and argument so only stayed a short while. I did however imagine when 200 years ago William Wilberforce fought for the end of the slave trade. I was in that place. Eerie and awesome.
From there I wandered around Westminster and opted to tour another day when someone would be there to join me. With no agenda I felt very calm. Before long I had a steaming Starbucks Vanilla Latte in hand and my feet were moving me onward. To my right I discovered a theatre called the Victoria Palace and it was advertising for Billy Elliot showing today. I thought what better time to start seeing shows than on a day like today! I had an hour to spare before show time and navigated to Buckingham Palace.
Imagine that thing you’ve always wanted to do….Since a little girl, or little boy, it has been on that element of wonder and beyond reach. Now, imagine you’ve seen it or done it. What does that feel like? Like you’re standing in the middle of a beautiful courtyard in London and want to squeal like a little girl though you keep it to a wide perma-grin so that no on-looking tourists stop to worry? Yeah. That’s about it. I have a mild fascination for royalty and to see this all today was almost more than I thought possible. It was amazing. Don’t ever let anyone tell you dreams can’t come true!
I wandered among the pigeons and daffodils; stopping once to lean against a lamp post to do a 360 degree turn in fascination. I was here.
I found my seat in the nose-bleed section of the most beautiful theatre. Gold rimmed, red cushions and carpet lining everywhere; box seats that you wish you could’ve bought….it is incredible to think from the outside that all that is in there! Billy Elliot was fantastic and brilliant, though I had to pay careful attention to the thick northern-English accent. A story of a 12-year-old boy in the 80’s who discovers a love for ballet. His father is a miner and on strike and refuses to let his son be a “poof” until he discovers that it is what makes his son come alive. A great story of heart – if you can get past all the swearing!
Like the ending of any great movie…the lady wanders home after a day in London. Taking the train and walking in her silver ballet shoes, she finds home at Sunningdale Road and sits down to an already made casserole dinner with a wonderful couple to share it with. The next chapter to come…