The UK posts are coming to an end. This is the last one!
There are lots of photos this time too, but most of them were taken on the last day. The second last day was pretty uneventful—we went for a talk at the Westfield mall and had shopping time after, so that took up most of the time and we didn’t do much beside that.
I did however, have the best pasta I’d ever tasted
This was a creamy tagliatelle with mussels (or more like mussels with a side of pasta, there were so many). It was the daily special at a restaurant called The Bull, which is just about one of my favourite places I ate at.
The whole place had this quirky, homey atmosphere and I loved being there; the bad part is that we only had twenty minutes to eat. (Why were we always in a rush?!) I really wished I could have enjoyed the food and setting for a much longer time, but I was happy enough with the quick meal I had there.
Funnily enough, on our last night in Britain we were all brought to an Asian restaurant for dinner. It was a bit of an anti-climax, but I suppose also a novelty to eat the same food we have at home in a foreign country.
I had my last breakfast the next morningThe plate had all my favourites—croissant with raspberry jam, blueberry muffin, scrambled eggs, and muesli (of course). Now that I’m back home I miss that big breakfast I had every day there!
We set off for East London where we visited the Old Spitalfields Market, a covered vintage marketplace filled with all sorts of old treasures from books to vinyls to clothes to the most retro cameras ever. The market itself dates back from the Victorian era; it was amazing to see how the place thrived on the soul and character of the past.
It was a visual feast everywhere. There were so many unusual, attractive knick-knacks crowding every corner that we had no problem going round and round and not getting bored.
I came across all these old books! I love books, and seeing so many of these gems everywhere was exciting. The Winnie the Pooh volumes were especially tempting, but after hovering over them for a while I didn’t get any. Now I don’t actually know why I just walked away from them…I should have gotten oneBut I did get a little Beatrix Potter book, which isn’t that old, but still an adorable pocket-sized original edition.
Even the people there fit the retro atmosphere perfectly.
One of my favourite spots in the market was definitely the pastry stall. It was the first stall we saw when we entered, and I zeroed in on it immediately. Be still my beating heartI’d never seen a more perfect set up of baked goods. (We really don’t have these here)
It took me a good half an hour (I pondered while wandering the rest of the market) to decide on which of these doughy treasures I was going to take 10,000 pictures of and eat.
Eventually I went with this Belgian bun! It was the first one that caught my eye because of all the white icing and bright red cherry on top. This was so huge I struggled to finish it, but it was worth every sticky bite. I did get a lot of icing on my fingers while turning it this way and that for pictures. And then some more on my chin when I took a strategically placed bite for a half-eaten bun picture.
Bread bliss. It was almost the size of my face! Or maybe it was. Ate it too fast to tell.
Apart from the pastry, the other half of my lunch was a crepeOne of my goals throughout the entire trip was to eat a nutella crepe and I kept passing by stall after stall without ever getting any, so I was happy to finally eat one here.
The very last stop was Trafalgar Square, which was so classically London that it felt like I’d landed in a tourist guidebook. It was a sweet and satisfying end to the whole trip, seeing all the iconic landmarks like the National Gallery and the fountains and all the statues.
The National Gallery was the most beautiful museum I’d ever seen. I’m not exaggerating either, because I really haven’t been in that many in my lifeThe British Museum had lots of spectacular, special things inside, but the decor and aura of the National Gallery was unlike any other place.
The whole atmosphere was hushed and almost reverent in a two hundred-year-old gallery—you could practically smell the appreciation all around.
I’m not knowledgeable in art at all, but I did get excited seeing the famous Monet and van Gogh paintings up closeWhen I was little I read a lot of illustrated biographies of them in children’s magazines like Discovery Box, so their art works particularly stood out.
In true English fashion, the rainy weather came to see us off in all its cloudy gloom. It rained all the way till we reached the airport, and added a little melodrama to our departure from London.
I’ve finally come to the end of my posts on my trip to England; it’s taken me ages to blog about all ten days, but it was incredibly fun looking through and editing all the photos because they brought back so many memories. It’s extra special since this was my first school tripIt could only have been this fun because I was surrounded by friends the entire time.
And also, I’ve ticked off my dream of visiting England. Till the next time I go there again! (Pret A Manger, I’m coming for your sandwiches again)
Thank you for reading!