All the hyper reportage about Kate and Wills has brought about a serious case of London-itis in me. I'm not one of those people that are mad about the royals (although I wish them both all the happiness in the world) but rather mad about London! I've been there three times and it's always been an absolutely awesome adventure.
The first time I went, I was lucky enough to go as a young girl with my parents. I was a wide eyed, Doc Martin wearing, dreadlocked rebel and I made a bee line for The King's Road. The second time I went was after uni and it was for several months. I went by myself and met some terrific fellow lone adventurers from every corner of the globe. I remember being lucky enough to see a three hour Carlos Santana concert at Wembley Stadium which totally blew my socks off. The third time I went, I went with my Dad and we had a rollicking good time and explored what felt like every nook and cranny of that big beautiful city. *sigh* Well I feel that wonderful city is due another visit!
This is London Circa 1966 courtesy of my treasure trove of National Geograghics.
A rainy night in Piccadilly Circus with an insert of some Rockers ("a teen-age motorcycle set"). Left: The Birmingham Symphony Orchestra plays for an audience at London's Kenwood Lakeside.
London Zoo's elephants in Regent's Park and launching yachts in Kensington Gardens Round Pool.
Seated on a shooting stick rather than doing a complicated dance move, a visitor views paintings at the Royal Academy. A World War I veteran and a young family looking at modern sculpture at the Tate Gallery.
Piccadilly Circus with the statue that everyone thinks of as Eros, the winged Greek god of love but which is actually the Angel of Christian Charity. It's a pretty fantastic photo that one actually. I wouldn't mind it as a poster!
Happy Thursday too by the way - it's down hill all the way from here folks! :0)