Lon-done

This morning the weather.com said 67 degrees farenheit and so I set forth in a scarf, jeans, sandals, and tank top. I was not disapointed. I read my great-grandfather's book, "No Man Is Single," in Regents park for an hour and on the way I accidentally ran into Sherlock Holmes' museum/estate. Fluffy had been badgering me to go, but I didn't think I would have the time. What a lucky happenstance.

Then I headed to Spitalfields Market for a free alternative fashion show. The clothes were amazing and some were too artsy for me to understand. I really liked the big-girl models who showed a line made of only rubber and latex. FABULOUS. I will post my London pictures later tonight.

On my way back to the tube station I saw the giant egg of London. APparently it is a business building, but from the first day it called to me. What can I say? I like eggs. So I set off to find it. When I did find it, I took a picture and then walked inside and talked to a receptionist.
Me: What is this building for?
Receptionist: It's a finance/business building.
Me: It looks like an egg.
Her: Yes, I know. It's very famous.
Me: Eggs are delicious.
Her: There is a restaurant at the top, but it's private for people who work in the building.
Me: Do they serve eggs?
Her: No.
Me: Well that's a wasted oportunity for irony. Have a wonderful day working in your egg!
[Exit]

After that I took the tube to London Tower and crossed London Bridge and then moved on to my theatre walk which Jenn had prerecorded the instructions for me. I was nervous to listen to them, thinking it may make me way too homesick but instead I was laughing the whole time. The walk took me to Drury Lane, and I didn't see any men with a muffin, let alone a man with enough muffins to be termed "The Muffin Man."

I found another market area but it was nothing compared to Campton, Borough, or even Spitalfields. As I was walking a guy approached me asking for money. I was tired of having to explain that I was a backpacker and had no money, so I decided to throw him off and said "Non English, do you speak French?" (but I asked it in French) Thinking myself very clever I was surprised when he started speaking to me in French (which despite some time with Rosetta stone, I know very little of). So I just said "Non." and walked off. But then I started laughing and I went back and admitted that I spoke English and not French and he impressed me so much and caught me at my game so here, take 37 pence. I think it was well spent.

On my way to find Soho, I walked past a Vue cinema and there was a large queue. Apparently the premeire of Star Trek was going to happen in a couple hours and everyone wanted to see the stars. I thought about sticking around, but decided that I am not the sort of person to wait around for other people. People should be waiting around in hopes to see me. I finally found Soho and Old Compton Street and all the XXX stores and it was lovely. I like Camden better, though.

I hoped to walk by the Vue again and see a star or two, but I didn't remember how to get back so I just hopped on the tube and came back to Cynthia's house where I had a lovely sausage and potatoe and brocolli meal. Posting pictures tonight, finishing great-grandfather's book, and Ireland tomorrow, hopefully.