It took a hop, a skip, a shady bus driver with an identifiable dialect, and a jump through the channel tunnel to reach London town after a week long stint in Paris.
We were lucky enough to stay in Notting Hill (thanks Michael and Laura!). We did the Hugh Grant trail and took a gander at the house with The Blue Door, Portobello Rd and The Travel Book Store. Pretty lame I know, but I like the movie. So there!
The house seen here with the blue door was only used for filming outside. The inside scenes were shot in another house. The producer of the film actually owns this one and pretty much used the film to advertise his house, swiftly placing it on the market after the success of the film and in return, made a rather large amount of money. Clever bloke. We heard a rumour that the new owners painted the door black, but apparently not. Yes, this is all ground breaking stuff (please note my obvious sarcasm).
This is the actual travel book store in Notting Hill (not the one used in the film). A bit shattering that they didn’t do a ripping trade, but there is a ridiculous amount of book stores in the area.
This is the shop that is used in the film as the travel book store. It’s a shoe shop now that clearly has no shame in advertising that their premise is a famous landmark. I don’t know if they have actually bought the rights to use the film’s typeface but why let a silly little thing like copyright laws get in the way of running a successful business!
We didn’t quite make it to the Portobello Rd Market (we were a touch seedy that fine Sunday afternoon) so I wasn’t able to capture the hoards of people that flock to it. Here it is on your average day.
We also did some general meandering around the suburb (or borough, as the Brits say).
Our friends Lee and Art also took us in for a few days, showed us around their neck of the woods in Shoreditch and treated us to some home cooked meals (much appreciated when you are living like a turtle for months on end). Thanks guys!
There really weren’t enough days for us to see everything London has to offer. There were so many great places to visit that even the novice historian like myself could really appreciate. I will try not to prattle on too much and just show you some photos of some other stuff we got up to.
A visit to Harrods. We could afford a chunk of fudge. Looked at buying a decent umbrella and decided that £150 was a little out of our price range.
Dropped in for arvo tea at Lizzie’s joint.
Caught a glimpse of Big Bob. Bill. What’s his name……Ben?
Checked out the Tower of London. Gained a bit more knowledge about royal antics and got to see Lizzie’s crown jewels (tehehe).
Inspected arts at The Tate Modern. Affectionately known as The Wank Modern. Post-modernist/revolutionises the way we view society/abstract/reflection of consumerism/etc etc. I don’t speak art.
Shopped for some essentials at Hamleys.
We also became very obsessed with checking out the local park life. Squirrels are hilarious. We were good and didn’t feed the little guys though.