Based on how old I feel, to be celebrating my 25th wedding anniversary I must've gotten married when I was 13. In fact, if it wasn't the case the year following my silver anniversary I'll be celebrating my golden birthiversary, I'd swear it.
In lieu of exchanging gifts (and to take advantage of the closeish proximity of living in Germany), my husband and I decided to make memories. In London.
I had no idea how much I'd love it.
I know for many people, London is at the top of their Travel Wish List; but for some reason, it wasn't on mine. I'm not a Royal watcher, I didn't get up at dark-thirty for Kate and William's wedding (though I have to admit I watched Di's and Charles' back in the day), and I couldn't have cared less about seeing Big Ben or Westminster Abbey or the Tower Bridge.
What the heck was wrong with me? It was frickinfrackin spectacular!
It only took a walk a few hundred yards from our hotel and I was smitten–London's Natural History Museum was ~that close~ followed by the Victoria and Albert then Hyde Park and Harrod's and Piccadilly Circus AND OHMYWORD WHYohWHY had I not been doing everything I could to get there?!
Ignorance, in this case, was not so bliss. It was kinda stupid.
Anyways, in upcoming posts I'll share more of our sights, but for now a series of doors on a solitary street, somewhere between King's Cross Station (where Harry Potter would crash through Platform 9¾ to catch his train to Hogwarts) and the British Museum. I was drawn to their color and whimsey, not just in the painting of wood but also in the patterned tiles leading to entry.
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I'm curious if one is more popular than the others.
Wanna guess what mine is?