Our second day in ye olde London Town firstly consisted of shopping in Oxford ‘Street’ (I use the word ‘street’ loosely as its size was more comparable to that of a sovereign state ).
As an individual who isn’t particularly fond of shopping trips that exceed an hour, I found myself quite liking exploring the department stores and pretending as if I could afford the numerous bags and shoes that were worth far more than my most precious possession … my (very impressive) collection of decorative socks.
I purchased a pair of pinstripe trousers (so people will assume I’m a business savvy young lady who knows her shiz about stocks and stuff like that), smelt every bath bomb in Lush and drank a hot beverage I can only assume was coffee in a very hipster-ish place that was far too cool to accommodate me and the ‘I LOVE LONDON’ tshirt I’d bought the day before.
After ‘going underground’ once again on the tube, my instincts were drawing me ever closer towards the beating pulse of the London tourist… Buckingham Palace.
Once we’d taken a few photos of the gaff, we headed to dinner and once again … the pub! (I must mention here that I don’t usually go to the pub 2 days in a row, but the excitement of a lack of parental supervision had induced what I would only describe as teenage rebellion. Others would probably say my actions were not as rebellious as perceived by myself.)
As a young lady that is repeatedly trying to convince those around me that I am I indeed ‘cool’, I thought it only silly not to visit Camden Market; an area acknowledged for having a trendy reputation. If Camden Market were personified I believe it would have a blue streak in its hair, a nose ring and potentially a tattoo of a dream catcher on its back. The area certainly lived up to its repuatation.
We strolled around the stalls, the smell of insense strong and the sight of handmade jewellery frequent. I purchased what I believe is the hippest of Hawaiian shirts I’ve ever seen and ate lunch in a place I could tell was trendy as they had their own instagram page.
With my ‘hipster scale’ being sufficiently nurtured, we headed back to the hotel, packed and sadly returned to Paddington to say fair well to the ‘the big smoke’ of which we had grown to love over the last few days.
After 3 days I was slightly less intimidated of ol’ London Town and will hopefully return soon to continue in my exploration of all the wonderfully exciting places the city has to offer … (even if I don’t go to the exciting places, I can always visit to buy another Hawaiian shirt).
Have a nice day – Julia B