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Holiday in London, Day One

The weather today was way too good to stay indoors, but although it was sunny, it was also rather cold, especially with the wind. But it was worth it!
I spent a good hour travelling where I wanted to go, since the Jubilee line was closed (yeah, remind me to make a back-up travel plan next time), but I finally reached Holland Park. Within five minutes of stepping through the park gate, my heart opened. I had come in through the "wilderness" part of the park, although I didn't know that then, and was greeted by quiet, trees and the ubiquitous squirrels. After a while, I reached the more "civilized" part of the park, with Holland House, the youth hostel, the sports area, the English garden and peacocks. And then I stumbled upon the real gem of this park: The Kyoto Garden. Pure Zen (although few people respected the garden as the builders had wished it to, and the more German part of me wonders what is so hard to understand about "Please keep off the grass"). This garden is so beautiful even in late winter, I need to go back there in spring, summer and autumn, and see how it changes with the seasons.

Feeling pretty cold by now, I took a bus to Tottenham Court Road (bus = warmth), and then headed for the British Museum. The crowds there, however, convinced me to postpone the visit and come back on a weekday. Instead, I walked through Neal Street towards Covent Garden. Let me tell you, I am really starting to wonder why it is somehow ingrained into tourists to do all the London travelling by tube instead of grabbing a map and walking. Things really aren't that far apart, and even if, there's always a bus going in the general direction.
Anyway. In Covent Garden, I went to my favourite fast-food stalls, the ones on the first floor of Jubilee Market (Carribean, Malaysian, and Indian / English, all good quality and not breaking the bank), and had a curry. By the time I got out of Covent Garden, and after listening to my favourite string ensemble, it was dark and getting really cold, especially when I was standing on the south side of Waterloo Bridge, waiting for my bus home. Still, nothing a nice mug of tea can't cure.

( Behind the cut, pictures from today's outing )