Decided to try out a true blue English breakfast in Camden. Who knew it would turn out to be a disaster. Yj and I got our breakfast and decided to eat by the canal at the Camden market. It was steaming and looked delicious as we tucked in. Halfway through, a cup of coke came flying in our direction. It whizzed past us, and when I/we looked towards the direction it came from, there wasn't anyone there. Brushing it off as a prank that didn't really affect us save a few droplets of coke that dirtied my boots, we continued eating. Being nonchalant proved to be the wrong decision when a second cup, this time coffee, flew towards us and hit bullseye, our breakfast. If the bullseye wasn't my jacket that got totally splattered with coffee. Bastards. Somehow I was more pissed off about my breakfast that got destroyed rather than my jacket. It really ruined the start of what was suppose to be a promising day. GRRR.
Told myself not to dwell on it after messaging a couple of people. We moved on to Camden market which sold a plethora of vintage items in its maze of horse-themed alleyways. Further down, the Aldo sale turned out to be disappointing. Took (or more like slept through) a bus ride to Hyde Park and walked through the Grosvenor area to get to Harrods. After reading so much about it being the fashionable address of the Victorian bluebloods, Grosvenor was truly one of the few places in London that lived up to my expectations. Trim rows of houses that gave off a muted yet distinct aura of superiority. Unlike the palaces in France that screamed atas backwards, forwards and probably upside down. Anyway, back to Harrods. It really lived up to its reputation of selling probably anything under the sun. From food to fashion, books to gadgets, furniture to toys. However, as expected, they weren't cheap. An extreme example would be the £35,000 fur jacket that had an accompanying alarm attached to the sleeves. The whole place oozed quality down to the toilets, each of which had a personal attendant that directed us to available stalls, provided a whole range of Eau de Toilettes and had plastic cups at the water cooler. To sum Harrods up, it was huge and an ultimately cool experience.
Didn't have time to finish up the topmost floor of Harrods despite spending almost 3 hours only breezing through the various departments. Bought some stuff before making our way to Wellington Arch to begin the New Europe Tour. Green Park, Buckingham Palace and the status of Queen Victoria (from afar unfortunately), Clarence House (Princes Charles, William, Henry and Camilla's not-so-humble abode) and St James Palace. Then, it started getting really dark. Pictures got blacker and it felt as though we were on the New Europe ghost tour. But the tour went on to the site of Nell Gywnne's house, Florence Nightningale's statue, the gentlemen clubs (another storybook moment), Trafalgar Square and Lord Nelson, Admiral Arch, place where the Horseguards did the trooping of the colours, the MI 6 building, St James Park, Number 10 Downing Street, Winston Churchill's statue, Big Ben (also from some distance), Palace of Westminister and Westminister Abbey (reminiscent somehow of the Beatles and the story we heard about the Stone of Destiny in Edinburgh) and it ended opposite the Parliament House.
Met yw at Four Seasons for famous duck and much missed Chinese fare before supper that was an overpriced bucket of can't-be-compared-to-Singapore beancurd.
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