BlueStarryHat
South Philly Girl
- Joined
- Apr 23, 2013
I went to London in 2001, and I adored it. Everyone was lovely to us. I remember being in the Earl's Court tube station with my friends scratching our heads at the London A-Z book we had acquired, when a complete stranger came up and asked if he could help us with anything, and he was patient and very nice. This was our experience most everywhere. There *was* an incident with a couple of drunk idiots late one night while coming home on the underground, but that seemed to be an isolated incident, at least for us.
We had a fabulous time. We went to the Tower of London, the London Eye, we crossed Tower Bridge, and went on the Jack the Ripper tour (which was a complete tourist trap but I loved it anyway). I went down the Thames stairs behind the Cleopatra Needle and filled a vial with some water and mud from the Thames, which I still have. We went past a store on Carnaby Street that was hiring salesclerks and I only half-joked that I was going to apply for the job. My London friend offered her spare room. I was sorely tempted.
We had a fabulous time. We went to the Tower of London, the London Eye, we crossed Tower Bridge, and went on the Jack the Ripper tour (which was a complete tourist trap but I loved it anyway). I went down the Thames stairs behind the Cleopatra Needle and filled a vial with some water and mud from the Thames, which I still have. We went past a store on Carnaby Street that was hiring salesclerks and I only half-joked that I was going to apply for the job. My London friend offered her spare room. I was sorely tempted.