March 22 & 23: Acting like locals and meeting the Lego Queen
I've already told you that Lena is an incredibly sweet and lovely person. She's letting us sleep (rent-free) in her flat, despite the fact that she commutes 1 hour each morning and evening between here and her boyfriend's apartment. She had gone out of her way to organise and include us in her East London Sunday ritual, so we happily obliged.
Just our luck, there was scheduled maintenance on the District Line where our tube stop was so we needed to take the bus to Algate East. This wasn't too bad though, because I really like the bus. They don't take 3 hours to get anywhere (like in Melbourne) and they have a view, which the tube doesn't. Also there are more seats. On this particular bus, there was a young boy sitting behind us with his mother. "That's where we go when we die," he told her, very matter-of-factly, as we drove past a cemetery. Morbid kid.
At Algate East, which isn't dissimilar to Fitzroy in terms of its grunge:hipster ratio, we had The First Good Coffee (at a cafe run by an Aussie). We met up with Lena and headed to a market held in a huge corrugated iron warehouse. There were about a million different smells going on, all mingly together and making a spicy and warm kind of smell. It was packed to bursting with twenty-somethings, all carrying big plates of food and clad in varying degrees of tartan. Lena stood out amongst all the black and red, with her fairy floss hair and winged glasses and pastel checkered coat. She explained that she'd tried everything on offer and we had no other option than to pay 6 quid for a plate loaded up with Ethiopian lentils and pancakes and olives. She had a point, though. It was delicious.
When Nicholas and I lived in Melbourne, we frequented a cafe called Mr Tulk, named after Australia's first librarian. We got the same thing every time we went there: avocado and lime on toast, a pot of soy chai with honey, followed by a chocolate cheesecake brownie. The brownie was basically a work of art. It was rich and dense and had a swirly layer of baked cheesecake on top, which was chewy and savoury. One day they discontinued it and replaced it with a hazelnut brownie. "The New Shit Brownie" Nicholas calls it.
The brownie story has a point. Nicholas doesn't consider a meal a proper meal without dessert, so I sent him to a little stall I'd seen that sold mint brownies (his other favourite brownie). They sold a brownie so similar to the famous Mr Tulk Chocolate Cheesecake Brownie hat Nicholas ended up spending far too much money on brownies and made himself a little bit sick. He claims it was worth it.
Outside the food market, there was a regular market with jewellery and a milliner (I didn't manage to get a picture of myself in a bowler hat, but I really did pull it off. I genuinely considered it. a) it looked really amazing and didn't make my head look even bigger and rounder than it already is, b) I could've been the Monopoly Man at every fancy dress party for the rest of my life. Or Charlie Chaplin) and coat shops and vintage glasses shops. We spent a long time looking around and trying on silly glasses and debating how good I looked in various hats, before we stopped by a boutique tea shop (where you could purchase one pot of tea for 30 pounds) and then headed to Lena's boyfriend, Oliver's, place. We played a game called Resistance and I illustrated what a poor liar I am and how quickly I crack under pressure (I could never work in any kind of government or military service, or as a secret agent or plan a surprise party or do anything that involves secrecy). We had to get an extremely late tube home and I found out the hard way that tubes start to make me queasy after a while.
Prior to arriving in London, Nicholas and I had purchased a nifty little card called the London Pass. On Monday, we picked it up and headed to Westminster Abbey. While Nick and I wouldn't really call ourselves Anglophiles or are particularly into the royal family, we figured Westminster Abbey would have some sweet crypts. It did. The best part was that it was that the audio guide was narrated by Jeremy Irons, so it felt like Scar from The Lion King was introducing you to the dead monarchs you'd read about in Patricia Gregory novels. Isaac Newton was buried there too and that was really cool.
You can't take pictures inside Westminster Abbey, but I snapped this one because it looked like a scene from Harry Potter. I actually think it is from Harry Potter.
At the Westminster Abbey gift shop you can buy a photo album of the royal wedding. I don't know how I feel about that.
After the Abbey, we hopped onto a bus and head down to the Beefeater Gin distillery. We could get in for free and I really like gin, so why not? There was a museum of gin's illicit history and its moonshine-y origins. Nick enjoyed looking at the distilling machinery. I enjoyed the part where we drank the gin.
Gin!
After some liquor, we head back to Bond St so that I could pick up some things from Lush for Lena as a thank-you for letting us stay with her. This was particularly exciting because Lush UK has about a million things we don't have in Australia, like powdered sunscreen and a perfume called Death and Decay, which is supposed to smell like decaying lillies. In theory, that has a very Alexander McQueen vibe and sounds very appealing. It's better in theory than practice, so I only bought a tiny solid perfume. I love Lush.
We also found ourselves in a Disney shop where everything was too expensive and the soundtrack was generic magical transformation sequence sounds. We also went to Hamley's, which is a five storey high toy store with gender-specific storeys. Mum will know how much this bothered me, because she's heard more than one rant about how much I dislike gendered toys. The fourth floor featured licensed Harry Potter memorabilia, including everybody's wands. Actually everybody, though. I really liked all the Death Eater wands (typical).
The top floor was strictly for Lego, a milkshake bar (?) and a confectionary store (??). It was extremely British in all aspects, but the lifesize Lego sculptures of waving Kate and Wills and the Lego Queen (complete with corgi), as well as red telephone boxes made of Lego really highlighted the British-ness of the whole experience. I should add that this was at about 9pm on a Monday night. London is a really weird city.
I went to London to visit the (lego) queen
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