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Yes, I know I haven't finished pictures from Japan yet, but I thought this would make a nice change. Here are the pics I took in London and Grenwich in the Spring.



Cityscapes, statues, and evil muppets abound.

Photographs here )
dangermousie: (Default)
Yes, I know I haven't finished pictures from Japan yet, but I thought this would make a nice change. Here are the pics I took in London and Grenwich in the Spring.



Cityscapes, statues, and evil muppets abound.

Photographs here )
dangermousie: (Default)
Yes, I know I haven't finished pictures from Japan yet, but I thought this would make a nice change. Here are the pics I took in London and Grenwich in the Spring.



Cityscapes, statues, and evil muppets abound.

Photographs here )
dangermousie: (Bond by svilleficrecs)
Woke up completely disordered, not the least because the sun was shining brightly through the windows, violating my mental idea of 'rainy grey foggy' London severely. Luckily, we got clouds intermittenly through the day, restoring my mental equilibrium.

Had an awesome awesome day. Before I get to it, to complete my mental chornicle of Day 1, I have to mention that the play was awesome: funny and with a slight edge, and we had excellent seats. Ironically, it was the same theatre where I first saw a play in London (that time it was the Ideal Husband) almost 10 years ago. Billy Piper and the two male actors were excellent, and I'll write more on it, but for now I'll just note the deathly hush in the theatre when Billie removed her top, demonstrating her rather lovely bra. You could tell that the men in the audience had but a single thought: 'Please Lord, will they take it further?' (they didn't).

After that, we had amazingly yummilicious Indian dinner (though I betrayed my Americanness by fogetting and asking for iced tea to which the waiter replied bewilderedly: 'you'd like ice in your tea?'). And then we walked to the hotel from there, wandering through Belgravia, walking for hours (two and a half) which was awesome. And nothing ends the day as well as having a hot bath and drinking a cup of milk tea.

But anyway, today.

The computer place is about to close, so I should be brief. We ended up going to Grenwich, which was wonderful, especially the view from the Royal Observatory and then later wandering through Hampstead, which surely invented the words 'charming' and 'quaint' for its sole use. We had a delicious Algerian/Moroccan dinner after wandering through the (infamous) heath.

And then we ended up walking through Mayfair, which was so posh (there was an association to repeal fox-hunting ban), it had a dry cleaner's named Jeeves, and I felt that if there was a policeman, he would have chased us out for being American and without a hyphenated name. I took pictures of some particularly outrageous shop windows, and ended up in Gorsvernor Sq (the US embassy is a monstrocity) which had various snooty buildings including an apartment complex so high tone that it's doorman would have sneered at the idea of sneering at the doorman at our old apartment. :D

Then we ended up in Bond Street which was trying for expensive and exclusive but I think went overboard and ended up at 'ridiculous': there was a store selling shoes bejewelled enough to make Cinderella (or Liberaci) weep.

London Eye and BM and etc tomorrow and so will be my replies to everyone as we are about to get booted...
dangermousie: (Bond by svilleficrecs)
Woke up completely disordered, not the least because the sun was shining brightly through the windows, violating my mental idea of 'rainy grey foggy' London severely. Luckily, we got clouds intermittenly through the day, restoring my mental equilibrium.

Had an awesome awesome day. Before I get to it, to complete my mental chornicle of Day 1, I have to mention that the play was awesome: funny and with a slight edge, and we had excellent seats. Ironically, it was the same theatre where I first saw a play in London (that time it was the Ideal Husband) almost 10 years ago. Billy Piper and the two male actors were excellent, and I'll write more on it, but for now I'll just note the deathly hush in the theatre when Billie removed her top, demonstrating her rather lovely bra. You could tell that the men in the audience had but a single thought: 'Please Lord, will they take it further?' (they didn't).

After that, we had amazingly yummilicious Indian dinner (though I betrayed my Americanness by fogetting and asking for iced tea to which the waiter replied bewilderedly: 'you'd like ice in your tea?'). And then we walked to the hotel from there, wandering through Belgravia, walking for hours (two and a half) which was awesome. And nothing ends the day as well as having a hot bath and drinking a cup of milk tea.

But anyway, today.

The computer place is about to close, so I should be brief. We ended up going to Grenwich, which was wonderful, especially the view from the Royal Observatory and then later wandering through Hampstead, which surely invented the words 'charming' and 'quaint' for its sole use. We had a delicious Algerian/Moroccan dinner after wandering through the (infamous) heath.

And then we ended up walking through Mayfair, which was so posh (there was an association to repeal fox-hunting ban), it had a dry cleaner's named Jeeves, and I felt that if there was a policeman, he would have chased us out for being American and without a hyphenated name. I took pictures of some particularly outrageous shop windows, and ended up in Gorsvernor Sq (the US embassy is a monstrocity) which had various snooty buildings including an apartment complex so high tone that it's doorman would have sneered at the idea of sneering at the doorman at our old apartment. :D

Then we ended up in Bond Street which was trying for expensive and exclusive but I think went overboard and ended up at 'ridiculous': there was a store selling shoes bejewelled enough to make Cinderella (or Liberaci) weep.

London Eye and BM and etc tomorrow and so will be my replies to everyone as we are about to get booted...
dangermousie: (Bond by svilleficrecs)
Woke up completely disordered, not the least because the sun was shining brightly through the windows, violating my mental idea of 'rainy grey foggy' London severely. Luckily, we got clouds intermittenly through the day, restoring my mental equilibrium.

Had an awesome awesome day. Before I get to it, to complete my mental chornicle of Day 1, I have to mention that the play was awesome: funny and with a slight edge, and we had excellent seats. Ironically, it was the same theatre where I first saw a play in London (that time it was the Ideal Husband) almost 10 years ago. Billy Piper and the two male actors were excellent, and I'll write more on it, but for now I'll just note the deathly hush in the theatre when Billie removed her top, demonstrating her rather lovely bra. You could tell that the men in the audience had but a single thought: 'Please Lord, will they take it further?' (they didn't).

After that, we had amazingly yummilicious Indian dinner (though I betrayed my Americanness by fogetting and asking for iced tea to which the waiter replied bewilderedly: 'you'd like ice in your tea?'). And then we walked to the hotel from there, wandering through Belgravia, walking for hours (two and a half) which was awesome. And nothing ends the day as well as having a hot bath and drinking a cup of milk tea.

But anyway, today.

The computer place is about to close, so I should be brief. We ended up going to Grenwich, which was wonderful, especially the view from the Royal Observatory and then later wandering through Hampstead, which surely invented the words 'charming' and 'quaint' for its sole use. We had a delicious Algerian/Moroccan dinner after wandering through the (infamous) heath.

And then we ended up walking through Mayfair, which was so posh (there was an association to repeal fox-hunting ban), it had a dry cleaner's named Jeeves, and I felt that if there was a policeman, he would have chased us out for being American and without a hyphenated name. I took pictures of some particularly outrageous shop windows, and ended up in Gorsvernor Sq (the US embassy is a monstrocity) which had various snooty buildings including an apartment complex so high tone that it's doorman would have sneered at the idea of sneering at the doorman at our old apartment. :D

Then we ended up in Bond Street which was trying for expensive and exclusive but I think went overboard and ended up at 'ridiculous': there was a store selling shoes bejewelled enough to make Cinderella (or Liberaci) weep.

London Eye and BM and etc tomorrow and so will be my replies to everyone as we are about to get booted...
dangermousie: (MoL feet by ameyadevi)
We are in London and having a blast!!!

Today's day was wonderful, even on two hours of sleep cramped into a tiny airplane seat (it was like doing a default yoga position).

After checking into our hotel, which possessed such awesome items as a reproduction of a paintings with fat cherubs and a trouser press (but also blessedly, a bed and an electric tea kettle, two things I love beyond reason), we wandered around town.

It's warm enough and a bit drizzly and so we ended up wandering into V&A. (Prior to that I created an impromtu and inadvertent pidgeon battle as I wasn't hungry so most of my salmon sandwich ended up feeding scary, loud birds which conducted themselves in a manner more suited to large carnivores with stripes than nice domestic birds).

I LOVE V&A!!!!

It's not a museum so much as it's like wandering into an attic of your really rich, really eccentric aunt, wondering what you'll find there. Only this time the aunt had a LOT of time and resources and was grabby about stuff from all over the world. We saw Japanese swords (eeeee!!! And ended up striking a conversation with a sword nut), Chinese furniture, some traditional Korean clothes (straight out of Damo, but no funny high hats), a wine cup of Shah Jahan (Mr. Mousie pointed out that the question of why a Muslim Emperor would need a wine cup is better left undisturbed), 18th century gowns, gigantic plaster reproductions of everything you could imagine. It was as if a magpie was in charge. I loved every minute. My favorite part was a couple of rooms of sculpture which seemed to show case an unhealthy obsession of Victorians of seeing people offing each other in marble. There was Apollo skinning Marsyas (the latter lost the best and I suppose was literally a sore loser. Hah. I am so funny. Not), there were two separate sculptures of Samson smiting an unlucky Philistine with a jawbone of an ass (Samson was in complete state of undress, which seems unlikely as a battle outfit, but what do I know), some small sculpture about a woman sticking herself with a spear, and a whole bunch of other equally goulish subjects. I cannot imagine ordering one of those to stand in my dining room, for me to edify myself every time I sat down to desert, but what do I know? I am clearly not cut out to be a Victorian.

We also ended up having afternoon tea in Harrods, which was so posh I found watching myself as a suspicious person who might steal the silverware. The waiters ran around as if trained by Jeeves, and the scones and clotted creams were so rich they probably took months off my life, but added about a million dollars worth of bliss. The whole store was so unabashedly over-the-top that it left tacky in some other galaxy and departed for territories of glorious bad taste yet uncategorized by the human tongue. They also carved a line from Shelley's poem about Ozymandias into the wall, but I think they missed the meaning. I saw a pair of cute red shoes, £195 a pair. I think they would have to be made of solid gold to be worth that much, but I am probably not the target audience, as the bathromms were luxer than my house.

After that, we ended up wandering around some more and got half-price tickets to see Treats at the Garrick Theatre. I confess my inner geek is extra happy as it stars Billie Piper (Rose from Doctor Who).

So all in all, an awesome day.

Oh, before I forget. On the flight, I ended up watching Delightful Girl Chun-Hyang on my portable (I would have preferred to take Snow Queen but I don't have the DVDs). I watched up to ep 7 sometime around late fall-early winter and then stopped, and I have no idea why, as I inhaled the three next episodes last night, despite being completely tired, and only stopped midway through ep 11 because the battery finally died. I am going to do a proper longish write-up on it once I get home, but DGCH is just too, too wonderful and funny and romantic and pitch-perfect for words. Also, Jae Hee!!!!! *thud* So gorgeous. I confess to crying at the scene where they finally straighten things out and he pulls her into a hug at the bus stop and they are both teary eyed and OMG OMG OMG. But I can just tell angst is coming, as we still ahve eps to go and I have almost never hated the 'other' character as much as I do Uhm Tae Woong's slimy, selfish, ice-cold producer who is after Chae-Hyung. (Gong Chan's ex in My Girl beats him but barely). Anyway, this is a London post not a drama post so better stop...
dangermousie: (MoL feet by ameyadevi)
We are in London and having a blast!!!

Today's day was wonderful, even on two hours of sleep cramped into a tiny airplane seat (it was like doing a default yoga position).

After checking into our hotel, which possessed such awesome items as a reproduction of a paintings with fat cherubs and a trouser press (but also blessedly, a bed and an electric tea kettle, two things I love beyond reason), we wandered around town.

It's warm enough and a bit drizzly and so we ended up wandering into V&A. (Prior to that I created an impromtu and inadvertent pidgeon battle as I wasn't hungry so most of my salmon sandwich ended up feeding scary, loud birds which conducted themselves in a manner more suited to large carnivores with stripes than nice domestic birds).

I LOVE V&A!!!!

It's not a museum so much as it's like wandering into an attic of your really rich, really eccentric aunt, wondering what you'll find there. Only this time the aunt had a LOT of time and resources and was grabby about stuff from all over the world. We saw Japanese swords (eeeee!!! And ended up striking a conversation with a sword nut), Chinese furniture, some traditional Korean clothes (straight out of Damo, but no funny high hats), a wine cup of Shah Jahan (Mr. Mousie pointed out that the question of why a Muslim Emperor would need a wine cup is better left undisturbed), 18th century gowns, gigantic plaster reproductions of everything you could imagine. It was as if a magpie was in charge. I loved every minute. My favorite part was a couple of rooms of sculpture which seemed to show case an unhealthy obsession of Victorians of seeing people offing each other in marble. There was Apollo skinning Marsyas (the latter lost the best and I suppose was literally a sore loser. Hah. I am so funny. Not), there were two separate sculptures of Samson smiting an unlucky Philistine with a jawbone of an ass (Samson was in complete state of undress, which seems unlikely as a battle outfit, but what do I know), some small sculpture about a woman sticking herself with a spear, and a whole bunch of other equally goulish subjects. I cannot imagine ordering one of those to stand in my dining room, for me to edify myself every time I sat down to desert, but what do I know? I am clearly not cut out to be a Victorian.

We also ended up having afternoon tea in Harrods, which was so posh I found watching myself as a suspicious person who might steal the silverware. The waiters ran around as if trained by Jeeves, and the scones and clotted creams were so rich they probably took months off my life, but added about a million dollars worth of bliss. The whole store was so unabashedly over-the-top that it left tacky in some other galaxy and departed for territories of glorious bad taste yet uncategorized by the human tongue. They also carved a line from Shelley's poem about Ozymandias into the wall, but I think they missed the meaning. I saw a pair of cute red shoes, £195 a pair. I think they would have to be made of solid gold to be worth that much, but I am probably not the target audience, as the bathromms were luxer than my house.

After that, we ended up wandering around some more and got half-price tickets to see Treats at the Garrick Theatre. I confess my inner geek is extra happy as it stars Billie Piper (Rose from Doctor Who).

So all in all, an awesome day.

Oh, before I forget. On the flight, I ended up watching Delightful Girl Chun-Hyang on my portable (I would have preferred to take Snow Queen but I don't have the DVDs). I watched up to ep 7 sometime around late fall-early winter and then stopped, and I have no idea why, as I inhaled the three next episodes last night, despite being completely tired, and only stopped midway through ep 11 because the battery finally died. I am going to do a proper longish write-up on it once I get home, but DGCH is just too, too wonderful and funny and romantic and pitch-perfect for words. Also, Jae Hee!!!!! *thud* So gorgeous. I confess to crying at the scene where they finally straighten things out and he pulls her into a hug at the bus stop and they are both teary eyed and OMG OMG OMG. But I can just tell angst is coming, as we still ahve eps to go and I have almost never hated the 'other' character as much as I do Uhm Tae Woong's slimy, selfish, ice-cold producer who is after Chae-Hyung. (Gong Chan's ex in My Girl beats him but barely). Anyway, this is a London post not a drama post so better stop...
dangermousie: (MoL feet by ameyadevi)
We are in London and having a blast!!!

Today's day was wonderful, even on two hours of sleep cramped into a tiny airplane seat (it was like doing a default yoga position).

After checking into our hotel, which possessed such awesome items as a reproduction of a paintings with fat cherubs and a trouser press (but also blessedly, a bed and an electric tea kettle, two things I love beyond reason), we wandered around town.

It's warm enough and a bit drizzly and so we ended up wandering into V&A. (Prior to that I created an impromtu and inadvertent pidgeon battle as I wasn't hungry so most of my salmon sandwich ended up feeding scary, loud birds which conducted themselves in a manner more suited to large carnivores with stripes than nice domestic birds).

I LOVE V&A!!!!

It's not a museum so much as it's like wandering into an attic of your really rich, really eccentric aunt, wondering what you'll find there. Only this time the aunt had a LOT of time and resources and was grabby about stuff from all over the world. We saw Japanese swords (eeeee!!! And ended up striking a conversation with a sword nut), Chinese furniture, some traditional Korean clothes (straight out of Damo, but no funny high hats), a wine cup of Shah Jahan (Mr. Mousie pointed out that the question of why a Muslim Emperor would need a wine cup is better left undisturbed), 18th century gowns, gigantic plaster reproductions of everything you could imagine. It was as if a magpie was in charge. I loved every minute. My favorite part was a couple of rooms of sculpture which seemed to show case an unhealthy obsession of Victorians of seeing people offing each other in marble. There was Apollo skinning Marsyas (the latter lost the best and I suppose was literally a sore loser. Hah. I am so funny. Not), there were two separate sculptures of Samson smiting an unlucky Philistine with a jawbone of an ass (Samson was in complete state of undress, which seems unlikely as a battle outfit, but what do I know), some small sculpture about a woman sticking herself with a spear, and a whole bunch of other equally goulish subjects. I cannot imagine ordering one of those to stand in my dining room, for me to edify myself every time I sat down to desert, but what do I know? I am clearly not cut out to be a Victorian.

We also ended up having afternoon tea in Harrods, which was so posh I found watching myself as a suspicious person who might steal the silverware. The waiters ran around as if trained by Jeeves, and the scones and clotted creams were so rich they probably took months off my life, but added about a million dollars worth of bliss. The whole store was so unabashedly over-the-top that it left tacky in some other galaxy and departed for territories of glorious bad taste yet uncategorized by the human tongue. They also carved a line from Shelley's poem about Ozymandias into the wall, but I think they missed the meaning. I saw a pair of cute red shoes, £195 a pair. I think they would have to be made of solid gold to be worth that much, but I am probably not the target audience, as the bathromms were luxer than my house.

After that, we ended up wandering around some more and got half-price tickets to see Treats at the Garrick Theatre. I confess my inner geek is extra happy as it stars Billie Piper (Rose from Doctor Who).

So all in all, an awesome day.

Oh, before I forget. On the flight, I ended up watching Delightful Girl Chun-Hyang on my portable (I would have preferred to take Snow Queen but I don't have the DVDs). I watched up to ep 7 sometime around late fall-early winter and then stopped, and I have no idea why, as I inhaled the three next episodes last night, despite being completely tired, and only stopped midway through ep 11 because the battery finally died. I am going to do a proper longish write-up on it once I get home, but DGCH is just too, too wonderful and funny and romantic and pitch-perfect for words. Also, Jae Hee!!!!! *thud* So gorgeous. I confess to crying at the scene where they finally straighten things out and he pulls her into a hug at the bus stop and they are both teary eyed and OMG OMG OMG. But I can just tell angst is coming, as we still ahve eps to go and I have almost never hated the 'other' character as much as I do Uhm Tae Woong's slimy, selfish, ice-cold producer who is after Chae-Hyung. (Gong Chan's ex in My Girl beats him but barely). Anyway, this is a London post not a drama post so better stop...

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