Just a quick post today as I intend to do another of my French Idyll postings later but for those of you who are not interested in France here are a few pictures of our day out yesterday.
We decided to take advantage of the special offer during August again and went to London once more. This time we went to the Museum of Brands and Packaging - www.museumofbrands.com which I had read about on one of the blogs I follow. It was most interesting and is housed in a little mews building in Notting Hill. We did enjoy it but how scary it is these days that so much of what we see in museums we can remember using! I have no pictures of the museum as there was a notice forbidding taking of photos without special permission which I didn't seek!
After our time in the museum we wandered back to the station at Notting Hill Gate wondering what it might be like to live in some of the lovely homes along the way. Lunch in a good Italian restaurant with a window seat watching people passing by and then to Oxford Street and tea and scone in John Lewis.
On our way back to the station I remembered my camera! Here are some pictures taken as we crossed the bridge to Waterloo.This view always amazes me and I am reminded of a poem I once read
This is London Bridge
the river subdued
Gaining Hungerford Bridge
from Victoria Embankment
And here's the bridge;
the black, endemoned road below
has given way to sky
and firm embanked
and deep and steady in its course
the curvilinear Thames flows to the gaze.
Take in this long horizon
let noise and pollution ebb
for the free-form, water world of boats
orderly as they give or gather way
or go about to land precise as toys.
A train rolls in,
its passengers breathe 'London'.
To the east, financial towers,
Canary Wharf, St Paul's,
stand, as do the living,
shrouded in traffic fog.
Or of the quote by Samuel in which he says that "when a man is tired of London he is tired of life". How could one get tired of London with all its variety? The London Eye shown here gives another dimension to the view - we didn't go on it yesterday but I have done so and the views are amazing!
This lady was "painting" a pavement masterpiece. Can you imagine all that effort to be washed away in the next shower of rain?!
And so to Waterloo - which is full of memories for me and I love it. I remember it in the days of steam trains when it was a dirty bustling place but now it is clean and light and still bustling with throngs of people of every nationality speaking in so many languages. It is what London is all about really - coming and going, mixed races all together, poverty and wealth, a real melting pot and its all MINE - that was one of the things I missed in France and the fact that I was an immigrant and none of it belonged to me!!
Have just had breakfast in our conservatory and even though I loved some of the lovely houses we saw in Notting Hill and even though I enjoyed the hussle and bussle of London with all the things there are to do - we could never see it all however long we lived - I know that I would miss this view each morning! I am so lucky that I can have it both aren't I?!!
Hope you are having a good weekend