London is bustling, crowded, and if I lived here for a long time, I think I'd end up killing someone. People have no sense of personal space on the street. They'll bump into you, cut in front of you, and generally behave like obnoxious barbarians. It's like road rage, without the road.
Took the tube to Bond St. this morning to go to the Canadian High Consul offices to get information about immigration. Things are promising. The tube is still an exercise in incongruity. Some trains on the same line will end at different stations along the line. If you want to go further, you need to exit the train you're on and jump on the one that's behind you. Oh, and mind the gap. Oh, and don't leave your baggage unattended.
Bond Street is where the money is and it shows. It's not everywhere you see an international yacht broker. It's also a prime shopping area, which we made full use of later on in the afternoon. Katy bought trousers (not pants, trousers. The difference is subtle but significant :) [katy edit: pants are underwear!!!] and I got her a backpack and raided Thorntons, a chocolatier.
We went to Madame Tussauds. It's sad. They pronounce it like Two-Swords (with emphasis on the final S)… From what I gather, there really wasn't a lot of people compared to the usual crowd that's expected there. Still, I wanted to murderize some people. There were just too many of them. People kept walking into us – especially Katy – and walking into camera shots. Bastards. The statues are impressive in their likeliness. Admission was bloody extortion though, but hey, I'm happy to have seen it.
After Tussauds, I satisfied a jones by going to the Sherlock Holmes museum on Baker St. Basically, it's a victorian house that they dressed up as described in the novels. Dr. Watson was a good-humoured but cynical gentleman that looked bored senseless. The shop was amusing. Stick a Holmes profile on anything and it'll sell. I lusted after old Strand magazines, but at 70 pounds, they were too costly.
Random quote:
– K: Are you going to take a picture of the door?
– R: I'll take a picture of a shoe if I think it's cute.
– K: OK, take a picture of mine.
– I'm offended by their lack of selection of socks.