London Day 3  
After another huge breakfast (I think it was waffles with special English soured cream, blueberries, apples, bacon, toast with lemon curd, tea, and juice - OY!) we decided to do some wandering with our first stop being Covent Garden.

And oh joy! In the antiques market, we saw the coolest art made from antique letter press materials.

This stuff was just made for David.

I wish we could have gotten one of these but it was just too big and unwieldy.

A fontographer's dream! Or nightmare.

Loved the antiques area.

And then there was a toy shop that was directly out of your ideas of what a toy shop should be in England, filled with beautiful reproductions of old toy theatres.

We then walked the Strand down to Fleet Street and the City of London. This is the dragon that guards the Westernmost lines of the ancient city.

We had gone by this area back in September and I took a picture of this building for no apparent reason other than that I was drawn to it. I later learned that it is the legendary address for the barber shop of Mr. Sweeney Todd.

The store front on the right would have been his Tonsorial Parlour. There are connecting tunnels under this area that go through the church and into another street that would have housed Mrs. Lovett's Meat Pie shop.

It is probably a myth but a fun one indeed.

A steeple of St. Paul's, the center of the old city. For some reason I didn't get a picture of the famous dome from the outside.

The history of this place is complex and wonderful. It is thought to have been a sacred site all the way back to Roman times.

We attended a Eucharist service.

Pics not doing the beautiful mosaics justice.

We then wandered to the Spitalfields neighborhood and met up with our friend Sarah, whom we had met when she worked at WB last summer as an intern. She came all the way from Cambridge to meet up with us! We went to Brick Lane, which is the famed street filled with Indian restaurants, and picked the first one that looked good and had an delicious Indian meal.

We then wandered around the neighborhood in search of good chocolate, and headed to our destination for the evening: the Dennis Severs House. People, do yourselves a favor when you go to London and see this place. It's not quite a museum, and it's not a performance, it's something in between. A living still-life of a restored home with rooms ranging in historical appearance between 1724 to 1914. Each room represents a different time period and is meant to feel that its occupants have just left the room. The tour is conducted in silence, by candlelight, and is really stunning.

Afterwards, glowy and speechless.

A truly memorable experience.

On the tube on the way home.


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