Phase 1, the newcomer: "Shoot. What did the voice say? South Kensington? I'm on the right line right? Where's the map. Which way am I going? She said South Kensington, right? Just a few more stops. Okay. Mind the gap. I'll be careful."
Phase 2: "I know I know. Mind the gap. Next station Notting Hill. Wow that recorded voice gets annoying really fast. I wonder if Londoners get homesick for it."
Phase 3: Imitating with exact timing, "The next stop is: Bond Street. This is a Central Line Train to: Woodford via Hainault."
Phase 4: Getting off. "Did the voice even announce this station? I didn't hear it."
Phase 5: At my regular station. "How did I even get here? Oh look, lost tourists."
I discovered that I got so used to living in London that I never posted the quintessential tourist pictures such as Big Ben. I will attempt to rectify that. Just know that I loved living in London. I'm not a city person and that was hard, but I loved being close to so many museums and being part of such a diverse city. You can find people from every walk of life and they all blend together into a beautiful, colorful collage of life.
Whitehall Palace
St. Paul's
Reconstructed Globe Theatre
These little faces are called "grotesques." I thought using it in the drain was clever.
The Little Pickle. You can see the Big Pickle in the picture above.
Tower Bridge. This is what they guy in Arizona thought he was buying. In actuality he was buying the first London Bridge, which is quite boring and ordinary.
The Tower of London
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