I had to go to London today to sort out some issues in Russian Consulate. Went with my son and we tagged along in-laws, since it’s a journey they would never venture on their own. So the consulate things got promptly done and we spent the rest of the day wandering around central London. I have to be honest I do not appreciate London. To me it is the least English city of all the cities in Britain. It is so full of “British cliché”, there is not much of authenticity left to enjoy. Of course, I have no rights to label it in such a way, for all I ever saw there was British Cliché, things that any person on the planet identify with London. The top tourist attractions that have been over commercialised and forcibly fed to the masses and now the representation of the masses in my persona refuse to appreciate the wonders of world-known landmarks. Nevertheless we had a mission to show my in laws some pieces of the capital and we had few hours dedicated to it.
The weather wasn’t exactly to our pleasure, usual rain, occasional sun in between the showers…so we just wandered around Hyde park and Green park and watched guards marching in front of the Buckingham palace (we didn’t manage to find out what the occasion was but you’ve got to love those cavalrymen even on the backdrop of a grey rainy day)
We strolled along the pathways of parks, meeting joggers and curious creatures. And expressed our share of admiration of the gothic extravaganza of the Albert Memorial built by Queen Victoria to honour her beloved husband. The memorial stands out as a sudden splash of curious inspiration among the monotonous surroundings of well-groomed parklands…
As it often happens, there is always an element of unexpected on top of the planned route. On our way we’ve got to visit an unusual exhibition of the works of the College of Art students. It was imaginative, to say the least. Most of the works I didn’t get at all, others got me raise my brow and the one I’ve “tried” made me shriek with pleasure. It was hugchair that expands and compresses on his own, so that when you sit in it, the chair literally “envelops” you within himself…a soft and slow full body hug makes you wish to give in to it…mmmm…I truly didn’t want to leave…
Oh, and as for the title…in laws exchanged their return tickets from 4th of August to the 1st of September. They like it here it seems. As much as I‘m fond of my favourite mask of a Perfect Daughter-In-Law, this makes me want to scream and pull my hair…maybe I was too nice to them…
The weather wasn’t exactly to our pleasure, usual rain, occasional sun in between the showers…so we just wandered around Hyde park and Green park and watched guards marching in front of the Buckingham palace (we didn’t manage to find out what the occasion was but you’ve got to love those cavalrymen even on the backdrop of a grey rainy day)
We strolled along the pathways of parks, meeting joggers and curious creatures. And expressed our share of admiration of the gothic extravaganza of the Albert Memorial built by Queen Victoria to honour her beloved husband. The memorial stands out as a sudden splash of curious inspiration among the monotonous surroundings of well-groomed parklands…
As it often happens, there is always an element of unexpected on top of the planned route. On our way we’ve got to visit an unusual exhibition of the works of the College of Art students. It was imaginative, to say the least. Most of the works I didn’t get at all, others got me raise my brow and the one I’ve “tried” made me shriek with pleasure. It was hugchair that expands and compresses on his own, so that when you sit in it, the chair literally “envelops” you within himself…a soft and slow full body hug makes you wish to give in to it…mmmm…I truly didn’t want to leave…
Oh, and as for the title…in laws exchanged their return tickets from 4th of August to the 1st of September. They like it here it seems. As much as I‘m fond of my favourite mask of a Perfect Daughter-In-Law, this makes me want to scream and pull my hair…maybe I was too nice to them…