After a day in the english countryside, the next morning Katie and I were up bright and early and on the train to Paddington station. We had only 24 hours in London to spend sightseeing and we were eager to make the most of it.
24 hours in London is not a long time, so rather than try and cram in as many activities as possible, we decided to simply enjoy the city.
We literally walked everywhere, and took our time appreciating the magnitude of the historical sights without actually going inside any of them. There will be more opportunities to return to London I’m sure…
After making our way from Buckingham Palace, we were very surprised to see a hoard of people lining the streets. Soon after, several police-escorted vehicles made their way down the street and we were informed that Prince Harry was in one of the cars. I didn’t get a look at him, but it was pretty exciting!
After hours of walking – honestly I did so much walking on this holiday, it was great – we had lunch at a cheesy American-style diner. Here we continued our newly appointed tradition of ‘chips with every meal’!
We really went all out with dessert too and this sundae was delicious.
After recovering from our lunch, we made our way to Trafalgar Square, armed with bottles of cider. This is Katie’s favourite place in London, and I must admit, I can see why.
Similar to our Eiffel Tower experience, Katie and I sat here for hours just talking and people watching.
After we left the square, we decided to do a quick spot of shopping. I have no shame in admitting that I spent nearly $200 at Topshop. Visiting their flagship store was definitely a highlight of our 24 hours in London, I literally could’ve spent days in there.
Also, how pretty does Oxford Circus look at night?
After shopping it was time to head home. We had booked a room at a bed and breakfast a little while away from central London, and much like our train adventure from the airport, it took us several hours to get there. Once it got to about 12am, we were in hysterics, walking around random back streets and creeping around a house we believed was the bed and breakfast we booked…
After a drunk man riding a bicycle asked us for the time, despite himself wearing a watch, we realised we needed to find our accommodation and fast. Finally, we made it, after legging it from a bus stop. As soon as we got to our room we inhaled some wine, dip and crackers before collapsing into bed.
The next morning we made our way to the airport and hurriedly gathered our things in preparation for my flight back to Paris and Katie’s journey back to Marlborough. Our goodbyes were rushed, and it didn’t really hit me for a couple of days that I wouldn’t be seeing my best friend again for another 9 months…