Second post, as promised. I’m slowly getting the hang of this, go me!
What a lovely day it is, here in Ireland. The sun is out, which is quite shocking. My pale Irish skin doesn’t know how to react. Perhaps I should shield myself in the shadows, and hope for the best?
Anyway, regarding London. March of last year, I was in London. I strolled the streets of an old city, completely in awe. I felt as if I was in a film, or perhaps even an episode of Sherlock. It was an entirely surreal experience, one I still cherish, a year later.
Out of all the tourist destinations I visited, and trust me, there were many, Westminster Abbey was by far my favorite. Why? I shall explain. The architecture itself was astounding. The striking sun beam that saturated the entirety of the roof, as I admired it from down below, gave the illusion that even the heavens agreed of it’s everlasting beauty. My neck cramped from looking up at it too much. There was so much history embedded in the surrounding walls. Everyone was quiet, simply admiring the history that lay before them. Wherever you looked, your heart soared. Walking freely around this Abbey, a calming narrator in my ear through a device I had never encountered before in my life (from what I remember, it was Jeremy Irons narrating), it felt homely, as if once you stepped foot within the grounds, you were welcomed with open arms.
This was my favorite photograph I captured. I actually didn’t take that many (either in certain areas it was prohibited, or I was too busy soaking it all in). It is a glorious place. My heart swelled with joy, I felt at peace.
As closing time approached, my heart sank. I never wanted to leave. I advise anyone who is either planning or considering travelling to London, put Westminster Abbey on the top of your to do list. Trust me, you’ll relish it. I know I did.
London, albeit scary at times, filled with constant hustle and bustle, and overcrowding, it can be truly mesmerizing. The instant I stepped foot off the plane, the air felt different. The sun was beaming (which of course, I was not used to), and I felt at ease. It was as if it was a dream.
London is not a city, it’s an adventure filled, fast paced, exhilarating world, that I can now check off my bucket list.
‘ Why, Sir, you find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.’ – Samuel Johnson.