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I met a couple of guys my first evening walking around and wound up having dinner with them and then they became my fun tour guides! This was Trafalgar Square. Right after this we saw a magician performing on the street who turned a wadded up piece of tissue into a mouse! Completely amazing.

(Also - I hate other people taking pictures of me now. Grrrrr...... I look so uncomfortable here... Apologies.)

At one point around here I asked Alex what time it was, and he pointed to Big Ben. I was pretty embarrassed.

I freaking LOVED this store! I went in because they had a million sewing machines in the windows, so I thought they were a fabric store, but they were clothes I couldn't afford instead. No matter - it was a GORGEOUS store, antique sewing machines throughout. I loooooooved it all. I bought a ring that was on sale so I'd never forget the place (and it's just kickass cool, as rings go). I had a funny exchange with the cash register chick (she could play a supermodel in a movie), as I was having trouble counting out money for the ring she asked where I'm from, "Boston." She said in a perfect British accent, "Ohhhh, I'm from New York City. I moved here a few years ago and I've already lost the accent, I'm afraid." And.... she didn't say it but in losing the NY accent, does one automatically gain a thick British accent? I'd think the NY accent would just tone down... But I can fake a Brit accent now better than ever, so....probably living there permanently, I'd easily pick it up and think that's how I need to speak all the time. I don't know. But this store was amazing. I'll go back.

I LOVED turning corners there and seeing a rainbow of colors on all the houses in a row... This one was on the way to the Portobello Road Market. I saw many more even more colorful examples of this, many more architecturally interesting, but I just kept seeing things and thinking, "I should take a picture of this," and THEN thinking, "No, I just want to live it."

Made it! Dozed in and out throughout my flight and was surprisingly disoriented when I got to Heathrow... I think it's been forever since I was in an airport I didn't know from having already been there hundreds of times. But I found my way to my hotel at last and then out to find a late dinner (fish and chips, of course).

My hotel was funny - I was in a fourth floor walk-up and the ceiling was so low that I hit my head on the shower when I stood straight up. Good times. : )