And so back to London.
The last four days of my three week trip were set up to be luxuriously loose. On the night of our return, Mom took me to see Farinelli and the King, starring Mark Rylance of Shakespearean genius. What I was NOT told before getting there was that our seats were ON the stage.
And now I’m more than a little ruined for theater forever. Thanks, Mom.
Nothing can really compare to being a few inches away from Mark Rylance as he both screams to the back of the house and whispers to himself, barely even audible to the stage-dwellers. I was captivated.
We went to Borough Market, one of my favorite places on Earth. And dinner that night was St. John, another unparalled experience.
Speaking of experiences without parallel, I went to Leavesden on my second-to-last day. That deserves its own post—stay tuned.
Our last Airbnb was small but perfectly situated in Chelsea—easy to hit up Liberty, devour the Imperial War Museum (including the Holocaust exhibit, whoosh) and just generally soak up as much beloved London as possible (humanly or not). One weird standout was Sir John Soane’s Museum, of which I have no pictures because they take your bag hostage!
And and and…. that was it, really.
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