Manhattan pt. 2

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The above is a rough transcript of what my trip in NY has felt like. Lots of slow travelly bits on the outside and a ton of random stuff packed into the middle. We bought a lot of stuff but that’s not what I’ll remember. What I’ll remember was the ‘experience shopping” that we did, mostly accomplished by walking to all of our shopping destinations. We were there for three days and probably walked the equivalent of the length of Manhattan Island, maybe more. We also went up the Rockafeller Centre and looked at all the places we walked through.

Three things surprised me about Manhattan.

Firstly, it’s kind of little. For some reason (blame a lack of previous research into or knowledge of this city) I was expecting huge. Like, Tokyo huge. But New York doesn’t really rebuild its buildings that often. The tallest building in the place is still the Empire State Building, and it was built in 1931.

Secondly, it’s really friendly. Everywhere we went people were just busting to give us a hand with directions, chat about shops, or just generally share a laugh. This was quite contrary to the NY stereotypes I had heard about.

Thirdly, there are no automatic doors. Go figure.

Once again, I’m betting the things I’ve seen are probably more interesting than the things I’m saying… so here are some Photos!

I’ll start with some intersections, as they came in a surprising variety.

Apparently, the biggest store in the world is a Macy's. It's a freaking MAZE in there!

Definitely taken from the top of a bus.

I think this is in Greenwich or Noho... Southern Manhattan, anyway.

Intersection near Times Square.

The infamous Times Square itself, recent recipient of one smoking van.

And a few cool textures I spotted…

Yes, M&M's count as a texture.

This store had awesome decor. It was called abc something and something. Expensive as all get-out.

Black cars look good with Times Square all over them.

Really old Escalator in Macy's

We also went up Rockafeller Tower. I shall sum up the view with 1000 words, condensed.

You really started to see the islandy-ness of Manhattan from up here.

...And the squarey-ness of central park!

Well, that’s all for now.

Adios!

 

Manhattan, New York

Well, I’m only here for a couple days, but I’ll keep my eyes and ears open and try to notice things.

So far, I have been through the airport and had one taxi ride. My room is not readyyet, so here I am blogging despite the lack of visited destinations.
This may be a good thing though… the city has already shown me a glimpse of its face, and an impression has started to form. It will be interesting to see if said impression sticks as I explore.

Some things I find myself making note of right now city are things like how bathrooms and doors work, and how convenience food is treated. Thus far the bathrooms have been a bit un-ergonomic (think small corridors in the airport, broken faucets, inefficient dryers. The apparently ubiquitous breadyfoods store “Au Bon Pain” lists the calories in its sandwichy bits! As a person always suspicious of the foodstuffs presented to me by such places, even this little bit of information is nice to see.

But this is boring information from the airport – the cab ride was much more interesting!

I took some photos in the taxi, using my point-and-shoot as an external and moveable set of eyes when I couldn’t see enough of “up”. I couldn’t really see out my window so I used the open one in front f me. Here is what I saw that I couldn’t otherwise have done:

WHoa there goes something!!

I am prepared to be wowed by the size of things here. It is a City.

I have yet to fully realize this word, I think, and my conception of its meaning is about to be hit with… New York.

 

Zzzzz

I think This blog will remain dormant until I continue my travels… enjoy the photos!

 

The Romeyness Goes On…

Oh man, I can’t believe I’m just getting around to this now. I left you, I believe, at the Pantheon. Well, after that came…. ITALIAN DINNER! Yes, and after that came the next day, with a bit of an interval between the two that I will call “Romebulating”. Why? Because I can.

It was in the middle of this lovely open square with a fountain. The pasta was AMAZING!

On the walk home (hostel), getting rather far from the city centre.

 The next day we set out for the Vatican. The next day also happened to be Easter Sunday (just our luck; we didn’t plan this) so there were no shortage of others setting out for the same place. While our particular timing did make transportation a bit more of a hassle than it otherwise would be, we actually had an easier time finding the place than we otherwie might have: we just followed some nuns. We figured they must be going to the same place.

Thank you, Guide-Nuns!

I’ve never actually met nuns before.  I don’t know what I expected, exactly… I mean, those of you who know me know that I’ve never really had a particularly rosy view of organized religion in general. I could just never quite picture how one could really live (or live well) in such a society. The whole concept is still a bit beyond me.
Now I can’t understand Italian, either, so my insights into what these women were like and what they were talking about were limited, to say the least. But one thing I could see, that was impressed and rather humbled by (should I have been surprised? Perhaps not), was their manner toward others, partularly beggars and street performers. They never gave money. But one in particular (middle, slightly turned toward camera) always, always had a smile to give, at least. This is important. More than most people realize, perhaps. It was her reaction to most types of contact with others, and I don’t mean in a “bare-teeth phoney-smile” kind of way. She just seemed so genuine, like she would like to foster happiness in those around her and do no harm. We parted ways shortly after the subway. I left with a vaguely different view of nuns.

Anyhoo, on to the vatican.

WHOA crowds.

There is another curved wall on the other side (left) so the whole area is a semi-enclosed circle.

There were two line-ups for the service that were about four hours long and went most of the way around the compound. We did not wait in these. Emily and I were looking specifically for the Cistene Chapel in the Vatican Museum.

They made me feel small.

 

…. more later, once again. Wow. Slowest post ever, Zann.

 

Rome Continued

Same day as before, just left Palatine Hill.

It was mid-afternoon by the time we left the Colosseum and Palatine Hill behind us and decided to look for the next big thing, which happened to be the Pantheon. It looked close on the map, so we just kind of set off.

Rome is made up of these little twisting streets aided by a few major traffic arteries. What is so cool about these little streets (or rather, one of many things that make them cool) is that they turn all of Rome into this crazy treasure hunt/ chocolate box of incredible architectural and historical sites. You’ve seen a hundred photos on posters and in textbooks and then BAM! There it is, right in front of you! Completely without warning.

That’s how it was with the Pantheon.

“Oh hey! A chocolate shop” “Look at that sculpture!” “Wow! Awesome fountain!” “Hey, those are some big pillars that buiklding has…”
Wait a minute… that’s the Pantheon!

I can’t describe how cool it was to just come upon it like that.
OK, maybe I just did, but I still didn’t do the experience justice. But without further ado, here’s what the thing looks like, from where I was standing.

And then... there it was!

We couldn’t go in just yet, as there was a mass going on inside (is that how I would say that?). So we walked around the outside for a bit and discovered the world’s best chocolate. Really, we did. Well, I did. I just wish I could remember what this place was called…

Oh well. More photos of the Pantheon, anyway.

The outside curve. It SO doesn't hint at what's inside. It really doesn't.

Eventually… we were allowed in.

My new favorite place in the world.

Huge.

Oh that ceiling...

Aand on that note… I’ll be back tomorrow. Sleep is needed for the now. It’s 2:30am. ‘Night.

 

Spain to Rome

Rome was amazing.

This is actually one of the reasons it has taken me so long to post about it; I really wanted to give it it’s due in photos and explanation. Even the rifde over deserves some mention, as it was quite the experience (I can say this easily due to the great deal of hindsight and time between now and then).

So, Rome. We arrived at 2am after our Ferry managed to be six hours late and leave us in the middle of nowhere. We appeared to offload onto a random bit of dock, with all the organization of a sneeze hitting confetti.

These are the doors to the sleeping cabins. Even the lowliest of these were more than double the cost of the option we selected, which was the floor in the chair-sleepers area.

Here is our room:

Our sleeping quarters. At least they were dark.

Like the last time I was on a “cruise” (as it called itself) we had a great big storm. Night was spent thumping up against the legs of a chair as the ship pitched, a situation I gave myself the occasional break from by going outside to observe the vortex of spume that would shoot up the side and rear of the ship with every gust of wind.

Don’t get me wrong though, I really quite liked the stormy part. I don’t get seasick (thank god). It was the daytime that I found dull and unpleasant.

What an ugly brown line we left in the sky.

From the Ferry “terminal” (if you could call it that) we found a bus to Rome.

Arrival in Rome: 2:00am, April 8. Taxi to Hostel. Sleep.

Next day! This one was a real corker. I got to see the Colosseum and Palatine hill, I discovered perhaps the finest chocolate in all the world, ate some, and then got to go out for Italian food – in Italy. This day was three days, all jammed into one. Let’s start with the Colusseum.

We opted for the tour so that we could get a bit of a history lesson as we went, and MAN am I ever glad we did. There are so many cool things about this building that I never would have known that make it even MORE impressive even than the incredible 2000 year-old architectural marvel that I already knew it was.

We came upon the Colusseum from its best side. We stood and just stared for a bit before registering the rest of our surroundings and noticing a couple of guys who made the ferry trip with us and were on the same train, too. It’s cool meeting up with other travellers more than once. Anyhoo, Colusseum.

And suddenly, there it was!

There is an entrance and an entrace fee (a difference, our guide informed us, from ancient times when you had to have a ticket but they were handed out for free to everyone) just around the corner, and tour guides filling the space between here and there. We allowed ourselves to be nabbed by one and in we went.

Inside the colosseum.

Arches, from the inside. The uppermost area is the womens' row.

Our guide explained how the Popes of Medieval times sanctioned the looting of the Colosseum. Its marble was stripped and later even some of the bronze bars that held the stone together were dug out. It is now pocked with holes (for which I originally blamed the pidgeons that now inhabit them) both inside and out. Still, there are pieces of marble here and there buried halfway into the ground, so you can see this beautiful white stone and somewhat imagine how incredible it must have been when the whole thing was clad in that crisp, shining white and decorated with coloured stone and precious metals. As Andrew Bird might say “Oh! The Grandeur!”.

The mazes under the floor.

The floor, or rather, the space under the floor, is an incredibly complex series of corridors, lifts and trapdoors. There were over 40 slave-powered elevators for popping wild animals into the arena at unexpected times and places. I would have liked to stay longer here to ask about each little corridor down there. Alas. Next time. And yes, there will DEFINITELY be a next time. Emily? You in?

Holes for a roof.

I include this picture because it shows the holes and ledges that were used to draw a roof across much of the arena. There were slaves on the ropes to tighten it and control it in the wind, and for each of those holes there was an anchor and mechanism on the ground where we were standing. The movie Gladiator has the roof in it. It was really cool to see the actual parts that created it.

After the Colosseum tour, we were led to the nearby Palatine Hill, where Rome was founded. On it are the ruins of centuries of houses of the Roman Aristocracy, including the Flavian Palace and some of the fist brick-and-mortar buildings. Ever. The Romans can claim dibs on all SORTS of firsts.

Me, near Palatine Hill. Fun much?

And here are a few other sights from that afternoon, just for kicks. Then we’ll get into day two, and the Pantheon!

Not the Arch of Constantine; different Arch but quite close by.

Zann and the Giant Head.

There was a little museum on the hill with some sculptures that had been salvaged from the ruins. We took a peek, naturally.

…OK, once again I’ve got to take a break from computering. It’s sunny. I’ll be back when it’s icky outside.

 

A photo Blitz from London to Italy, via Barcelona

HAH! Finally! USB!

Alrigh, here goes. Ready thine eyne.

I believe I left you…

…here:

Fabric, floor one. By which I mean, one DOWN (from ground level), not up.

That was London. This (points round at surroundings) is Rome. Now for for how I got from one to the other. As I believe I have mentioned before, it involved a great deal of train.

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FRANCE

France, for me, began in Paris. That is where I popped out of a tunnel and into sunlight. The ride from London was only about two hours but even with a Eurail Pass it set me back £85. That’s like $160 Canadian, for you lazy converters. Anyhoo, didn’t stay in Paris long, so there were only three things that really impressed upon me.

One: big, wide boulevards.

Two: OMG PASTRIES!

Three: Hey! Isn’t anybody going to say Bonjour? I don’t know if it was just the fact that I loked like a scruffy backpacker or maybe I smell, but nobody seemed particularly friendly. Oh well. Their pastries covered for them there.

And, of course, up the tower with me.

We weren’t sure what the dealio was with the elevator and the paying for it and whatnot, so we took the exit stairs up. There was no sign not to…

Tower of Eiffel

I walked, I talked to Emily, I headed south without a real plan but intending to go to Madrid. I scored a night train with a small booking fee to Toulouse. I didn’t really stop there. It was cold, it was morning, and I just kept heading south. Wound up in Narbonne around noon. From there, I soon found yet another southbound and made my last French stop in a place called Cerbére.

Here I got a bit worried, as it didn’t really look like there was anything there and it didn’t look like I could get to Madrid, either. I would show you the shabby shot that I thought was the entire town, but instead I’ll show you the lovely little Southern French town that I discovered as soon as I got around the corner and under a bridge from the train station.

Cerbére. Most definitely NOT just a train station.

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SPAIN

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I couldn’t get to Madrid from Cerbére, but I COULD get into Spain. My first Spanish stop was a station/town called Portbou. I then found a train to… Barcelona. Not Madrid, but hey! It’ll have hostels and I did want to go there anyway, so no biggie. Only trouble was, I couldn’t get in contact with Emily. Our phones were being problematic.  She wound up in Madrid. Moving on…

A street in Bacelona.

I’m lying, a little bit, in showing you this photo first. It wasn’t this nice when I arrived. In fact, Barcelona rained on us pretty much the whole time. Blegh. But it had some damn cool architecture! We went around and saw as many of the Gaudi buildings as we could, and got to go insode the Sagrada Familia! My god, what a place. It was incredible to get to witness the construction of a modern-day Cathedral. And this guy’s work really is modern-day. It’s incredible.

Sagrada Familia, front entrance.

Close-up of one of the statues.

Seriously, you’ve got to love the style. Modernism meets religion. They were made for each other. Oh wait…

Anyhoo, I was seriously impressed. The overall effect was both stunning and inspiring.

The finish on the ceiling, just starting to go in. This place is going to be stunning when it is finished.

The above photo is worth a click. Go on, click it. Click!

Barcelona was also equipped with some pretty fantastic food markets. The main one we found, along Las Ramblas, was like a visibly loud and olfactorily overwhelming circus of edible delights. It would have been an almost sinful sight of sweets and gastronomic indulgence if not for the vastly predominating fruit vendors with their naturally brightly coloured and healthful wares.

Mmm! Fruits!

Oooh! Sweets!

There were also meats and fish and little restaurants and juice spots. It was pretty intense. I kept my bag in my armpit and my camera tucked well inside my clothes.

We went walking along the beach but the weather wasn’t cooperating as well as it could have…
Still, there were some cool sights.

Fish building.

I think there was a restaurant under there or something.

And some cool art:

A cool sculpture on the beach. It was actually a sort of tower thing... quite odd, really.

We stopped several times in Madrid, as well, but didn’t get far from the train station, unfortunately. This was kind of in the middle of us getting a bit lost and turned around while trying to get South and not spend our ENTIRE trip stuck on trains.

Cool Madrid Buildings

Eventually, after much hulabaloo and trainarounding, we managed to get South. We wound up in this really nice little town called Mojàcar. It was beautiful!

Hello Cactus!

Mojàcar, a white city.

It turned out our hostel was quite a hike from the bus station. You can see where sea level is here, and the bus station was down there, a ways up the shore. We had to hike up here with our 35-pound bags and groceries and water. Did I mention that on the way here I dropped said bag on my face? Well I did, and now I have a black eye and a band-aid. Bummer. But Mojàcar was nice!

From here we went back up to Barcelona and across to Italy by Ferry. Like I said before, I am now in Rome.

I will show you Rome later.

Right now, I am off to the Vatican, if possible, and Florence, if not.

Ciao ciao!

 

HWhere have I been?

Man, where haven´t I been? OK, lots of places, including much of Madrid, but it sure feels like I´ve been going all over. LOTS has happened since my last post (sorry about that, internet has been as elusive as cheap, anchovie-free canned olives. More on that later), and right now I DO actually have a USB so you´ll be getting photos! Hurrah!

It´ll be a blitz down through London to Paris to that little town in Southern France to Barcelona to Madrid to ..uum… this is where we got a bit lost and some doink in the Madrid train station sent us North when we were tryng to get south … to  Almeria Vera to Mojacar and back through Granada to Barcelona. Whee!

For this part of the journey, chairs have sadly outnumbered beds in terms of where we´ve been sleeping. Also, I dropped my backpack on my face (torso-sized thing, with flappy-straps) and we were robbed on the last night train. Pooey.

On the sunny side of the egg, the one hostel we did stay in was amazing and was owned by a very helpful and friendly Spanish family who really made our time in Mojacar a treat.

OK, enough textiness… photos!

Oh dear. USB fail.

I WILL post photos of this business! I will! Tomorrow night we have a hostel with internet, and I will make use of the computer, yes indeedy!

 

T-R-A-V-E-L

I´m starting to understand what it must be like to really have no place to go, or rather, no place to stop.

There have been days of going. It´s been a good while since I last sat down to update. It´s been a while since I have been able to sit down and update. This past while, It´s been pretty much constant motion and perpetual disorientation. The last place I was that I could actually navigate in my mind was London. Since then I have been to Paris, Toulouse, Narbonne, Cerbere, Port Bou (Spain) and now Barcelona. I only have photos from a couple of these places, because most I only stopped at briefly and I slept (or wasn´t awake, in any case) for most of the train ride. Rides. Train rides.

Pity, that, but I can´t blame me. I left London on the 28th. By the 29th, The last time I had slept horizontally was the night of the 26th. And James and I had to get up early that morning because checkout was at 10 again. We were up at nine and tired. We spent the day trying to find somewhere to rest or sleep. In London. There is nowhere to sleep during the day in London. The parks are too cold. The museums are warm and free and you can sit and look at awesome art, but you can´t sleep there. The underground costs money and the lines all end, unlike Glasgow´s which continues in an eternal circle. We looked for a movie theatre, thinking we could just snooze through it. Might as well just get a hotel, considering the price. It was almost 10 pounds with a student discount. Might as well get a hotel, even if we weren´t going to stay the night. Our eventual saviour and nap-zone did turn out to be the metro. Amongst all the brightly-coloured one-way lines, there was one, a yellow one, that connected back with itself. The circle line. 1.60 for a good 45 minutes of sleep and another nice warm 45 minutes of rest. So worth it.

The 28th was spent in a chair on a train from Paris to Toulouse, so at least I did get some sleep.

But I´m skipping the 27th, here. The 27th? That night was spent repelling the very forces of gravity and inertia with heavy Drum and Bass music that transformed a large crowd into a seething, heaving mass of humanity which, if harnessed correctly, could probably power a Tokyo office building. It was EPIC. The place we went to – Fabric – was bar-none the coolest dance space I have ever been into. It was like the Arches compacted and fractures and multiplied into three different levels of tunnels and music and DJ´s. I don´t think I can express in words or photos just how cool this place was. The brick hallways and atriums and the lasers and the smoke and the dancing and the sound. The sound! My god the music was good. I danced for alomost 7 hours straight, from 11pm to 6am, James and I took two breaks for drinks and then went back in. I think I must have burned as much energy as I would in a solid day of hiking. Epic. Thank you James, for inviting me. Epic.

Ejected from the club at 6am, it was cold and I was hungry and London doesn´t open until 8. Even Starbucks. There was no inside to sit in, there was no vendor of hot liquids, so we kept walking to stay warm and eventually, around 7-something found a food store (snax!) refuelled, and headed for the bus station. James back to Glasgow, me on to the train station and then to Paris. 

I got to Paris around 5pm, found Emily by 6. We went around, marvelled at the prices of everything and the incredible confectioary (sampled with abandon, mmm) and headed up the Eiffel Tower, via the exit stars, I think. Skipped the queue and paying, quite by accident. I´m still not entirely sure you have to pay if you walk up yourself.

I was getting a bit tired by this point, feeling quite broke after spending so much the night before (4-pound drinks, 15 to get in, but at least I didn´t have to pay accommodation for the night) and hoping to get a night train to Madrid to avoid having to pay accommodation again by making use use of these Eurail passes we paid so very much for. There were no trains to Madrid. The one that our Eurail guidebook had pointed us to… wasn´t running anymore. Oh dear. The station did have one that went to Toulouse, though, and that was good enough for me. Emily had already payed her accommodation for the night (25E *choke*), unfortunately, so I was on my own from there until I could meet up with her in either Madrid (where we were intending to go first), or, if everything went weird, in Barcelona. Our plan was to communicate via phone and email. Sounds easy enough. Well.

I arrive in Toulouse, 6:50am on the 29th. The train is late, and my connecting train left at 6:45. The next one is at 9:50. Shoot. Did I mention train stations in both London and Paris are not heated? Also, Emily´s iphone is dead and her British phone has decided it won´t work outside of Britain, despite her having been assured it would. So I can text her to let her know where I am and where I´m headed, but I get no response. Also, Paris has no visible internet cafe´s, so she´s hooped on that count. Apparently all Paris has are flower shops and bakeries. Bummer. 

I arrive in Narbonne around 10:30, successful transfer to my next train to Cerbere (there is an accent grave in there but I don´t know how to type it). Sticking point: there are no trains to Madrid from here. There is one to Barcelona but it leaves at 5:30 and would get in at 7:30. Problem: If I am on a train past 7:00pm, I have to use another Eurail day. Not going to do that just yet.

There as a board that showed trains leaving from a place called Portbou, and it looks like that is in Spain! Close enough, I´m thinking! At least I will be able to understand the language and ask questions (I really don´t speak a word of French anymore) On another board, I see there is a train to Portbou at 2:30. Hoorah! Success will be mine! But I have some time to kill. Upon looking out the window and walking aorund the train station, unfortunately, I really don´t see much. (I will show you later just how ‘not much’ I see) Upon closer inspection, that turns out to be an illusion! Cerbere reveals itself, after some exploration, to be a lovely (if completely closed) little French beach town. I sit and watch the sea.

On the way back to the station, I met a fellow who was just coming back from Barcelona. He was French and wanted to practice his English. With his Fench-speaking ability, he found an open(ish) pizza place bought a bottle of wine for four euros (I boggled, after being in Paris and London) and we chatted for maybe half and hour (and drank some wine) before I had to head off again.

The Portbou sign showed a train for Barcelona, not Madrid. But at least it´s not the middle of nowhere and I could find some internet and contact Emily! So, arrive Portbou 2:50, leave for Barcelona 3:20, arrive Barcelona 5:30. Whew. And I didn´t get off in a train station, either. It was headed for one, but after the second stop of the train saying ´Barcelona _______´I figured I must be somewhere near the middle and hopped off. I was right! Now to find some internet…

Did I mention this was a Saturday I arrived on? This is important because everything is closed on Saturdays. Especially businessy things like internet. It was 7 before I found a (expensive and RIDICULOUSLY slow) connection. That´s 1.5 hours of walking quickly with a 15 kg backpack after no sleep to look for a place that will help me look for a place to sleep. An hour or so later I had found a hostel, and it was close by to the place I was sitting. Relief, food, sleep, checkout at 9:30. Oh god it´s been WEEKS since I could sleep in. I AM NOT a morning person. That is when I get my best, most refreshing sleep. And I was denied it, again. Moving on.

Still hadn´t heard from Emily. Email, phone and text were failing us. She was obviously having just as hard a time as I. Frustration, worry, etc. Not the best situation for exploring, especially since I wasn´t sure if I should book a hostel for one or two, for one night or three, etc. 4:30pm Emily gets through! Now it becomes a success story.

We get a good hostel, reasonably priced. 15 Euros, a bit more than we would like, but food is cheap here. Emily gets in at 7:30. Subways to meet me by 8. I have food and wine (which we can afford here, YAY!). We eat and go out to see some music, come home, and SLEEP.

It´s almost 2pm. I slept until noon. I feel good.

Today, we are going out to look at Gaudi buildings. The weather is crap, but I´m also going to meet up with a friend from GSA who lives here and happens to work in the Sagrada Famillia! Cool beans!

So, no photos today (no USB) but that´s where I´m at and I can fill in the visuals later.

Lluego!

 

And finally some London photos

>>UPDATED<< with more photos

I am, once again, short on time and having to cut a few corners on this blog post. Seeing as I did a nice texty one just recently I figure it’s time for another mostly-photos post! Yay! A picture is worth a thousand words AND can upload faster than I can type.

LONDON.  <<It earns the allcaps.

As I may have mentioned, what really struck me upon arrival was how BUSY this place is!

Another thing that I found… unexpected? Interesting? Something, anyway, was how the atmosphere of the city centre changed with dusk. Aesthetically, it’s quite stiking.

Picadilly circus, daytime.

Dusk.

Picadilly Circus, at night.

Run, guy, run!

Nelson, hogging the spotlight.

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Trafalgar quare was a bustling panorama of lunch the first time we got there. It was sunny, it was Saturday, and every horizontal was filled with people holding (partial) sandwiches. The second time, it was abandoned. Rather dramatically so.

This is right in the centre of town, but the busy kind of spread everywhere. You would be walking along and it would get kind of quiet and then you would hit another pocket of crowd and have to really hang on to your hair!

Emily and I just kind of wandered through it that night, poking our heads into any placethat caught our interest. Quite by accident, we discovered the toot-sweets machine from Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang in Ripley’s Believe it or Not. If we hadn’t needed tickets to get beyond the atrium this place would have warranted much further exploration!

The next day, we moved out of the centre of town to stay in this Hostel, Palmer’s Lodge, that had gotten a load of ‘Top 10 Hostel’ awards and sounded very cool. Also, we found a night that we could stay there for £10 each. Win-win! It really was an awesome place, located in this old Victorian mansion in the northern part of Camden.

I’m so glad we decided to stay here! If we hadn’t, I might never have discovered Camden…

Camden

Camden Market, Sunday.

Camden is quite a ways out of “the centre of town”. So it makes it’s own centre around its market(s). There are a few and they all kind of connect. The Horse Tunnel Market was my favorite location-wise, but exploration soon found me in the Camden Market and the Stables without ever really being aware of crossing a border.

Man, do I love shopping in TUNNELS!!

There was also this awesome rave store called Cyberdog. It had the coolest interior and music (sorry, I can’t demonstrate that part) of any store I have ever been into. It was like walking into a briefly-emptied nightclub that just happened to not sell any drinks.

Cyberdog, exterior, just inside the Stables.

 

Cyberdog, interior, complete with awesome rave musics.

The markets also had at least one cool Bar, the one we went into being the Proud Camden Bar, in which we enjoyed our drinks in one of many converted stables. Everything was very horsey here, in a club-space kind of way.

Inside the Proud Camden bar, taken from one of the stables.

I’ll do one final post on London before I leave, but I am headed off to Paris tomorrow, so expect a lot more from there!