Now that the weather has been less than favourable for the past few days I’ve been daydreaming a lot about the gorgeous golden weekend we had a few weeks back. My friend was visiting me from Lincoln and had expressed her humble wish of visiting the British Museum. I, of course, said yes as I never really want to pass on the opportunity of seeing a bit more of the famous London landmarks – especially as this one is quite a big one and I’ve only properly been there once!
We took the Northern Line to Tottenham Court Road from where I THOUGHT I knew the way well but turns out (and this really shouldn’t have come as a surprise..) that I really do have the worst sense of direction. Even with the help of Google (which usually is my bestest bud) we got a little bit lost. This turned out to be a bit of a blessing in disguise though for I had completely forgotten how absolutely gorgeous Bloomsbury is! I never really venture this way but turns out I definitely should.
We took pictures of everything – secret paparazzi snaps of lovers on their romantic walks, silly pictures of each other, and then, of course, those ones where we pretended that the streets and houses we were posing next to were our own.. Well, maybe in the future – if the lottery gods are favourable!
This was definitely one of those days that just made me love London even more than I already do. Sure, it has it’s faults like horrible rush hours, atrocious rents and ridiculous commutes, but on a day like this, with crunchy leaves below your feet and the autumn sun in the sky they can be quite easily forgotten. One of the things I most love about this city is the fact that you can generally always escape somewhere – these pictures have been taken about 5 minutes away from Oxford Street and it couldn’t feel further away! London, you’re a star.