My friend is traveling to Europe in a couple weeks, and her first stop is London. She only has one day there, and asked me for suggestions about what to do in the time she has. I said I’d send her a short email with a few suggestions. “A short email” turned into paragraphs and paragraphs of memories and feeling the rare London sun against my back as I walked down the River Thames.
Sometimes I joke that I left my heart in London. Every time it comes up in conversation, I feel my eyes light up and all I want to talk about is my favorite cafes, St. Paul’s Cathedral and seeing plays at Shakespeare’s Globe. London is the only city that I ever felt comfortable exploring by myself. I never felt like an American tourist there (except when I wore VT t-shirts).
Today, I’m embracing those moments of nostalgia, and sharing some of my favorite memories from my time in London.
I fell in love with St. Paul’s Cathedral, and spent my last day in the city visiting it one last time.
Also from my last day in the city…the epitome of London: light gray skies, Parliament, St. Stephen’s Tower, and an iconic double-decker bus.