There's nothing better than having no plans in London.
Now, don't get me wrong, just about every time I go to London I have a great time... there's just so much to love about our capital city. I love the buzz, that big city vibe, the fast-pace of life, the history mixed with the incredibly modern architecture, and not least is that the entire city is just a hop on a tube away. The London Underground is quite often spoken about with such negativity - but to me, and maybe this is because I grew up in a county with barely even 2 buses a day, it BLOWS MY MIND. You're UNDERGROUND to start with - like some kind of techno badger moving at 100 mph in a tube through a sub-surface tunnel network IN THE DARK. WOAH.
Try explaining THAT scenario to William Shakespeare.
Yes, maybe you get the classic smelly armpit frequenting your personal space... but ultimately let's take a moment to salute whoever decided that maybe it was possible to get from one side of London to the other within 30 minutes inside a travelling tube.
Rant over. I'm passionate about the London transport system - you get it. (This is definitely not how I thought this blog would go).
This last trip felt something more like I was playing Mary Poppins. Mary, but with a backpack on. It was the most diverse of days, like jumping into those chalk drawings on the pavement drawn by Bert the chimney sweep.
We spent the morning in Chelsea where we ate posh breakfast, walked around antique stores and somehow got to thinking that maybe we didn't stick out like a sore thumb. You should have seen me... side stepping past £22,000 worth of antiques with my ugly giant backpack, mainly concentrating on not making any sudden movements for fear of knocking something over and talking as though I knew everything about those giant tusks hanging on the wall...
Lunchtime brought us to Hyde Park, where the sun shone like it never does in England and people sunbathed on their lunch breaks in the most British of deck chairs...
*side note - what is it about London that persuades people that running is a good thing!? STOP. You're making me feel bad.
... and on to Camden Market for the afternoon. I love this place. There's so much to look at - and it smells too good. Sitting on the side of Camden Lock eating a box of cheap jerk chicken; quite the contrast from our morning in Chelsea.
Soho for a milkshake and cake, and the standard trip to Cheap Monday on Carnaby Street.
And to finish the day - a John Mayer concert at the O2. Oh John. What is this life I get to live?
Seriously though, this trip to London convinced me even more that England is the best. England wins, every time. Those british red buses - you can't beat them. They really are just as cool as every Chinese tourist thinks they are. (Stop me... I'm talking about transport again). The queen - she's awesome. And Big Ben really is pretty flipping big.
Although I'm not going to buy a t-shirt declaring that I <3 London, I've got a big place in my heart for our capital. Next time you go, make sure you have no plans.
God save the Queen.