So, last night we went on the Jack the Ripper walk, but I haven't written about it yet. It was basically what you would expect! Only perhaps not as cheesy, because our guide really was pretty cool. It was educational, if you like that sort of thing (and by that sort of thing I mean history and true crime). Mostly it was nice being out at night, wandering around in a group and listening to someone who is knowledgeable and excited about a topic share it with us. And it was cool getting to see parts of London I probably wouldn't have otherwise.
Only let me tell you, Whitechapel and basically the entirety of the East End is pretty fuckin' scary on it's own, even without the Ripper lore. The tube stations, too, especially at night. But I enjoyed myself.
Today we started out by visiting the Tate Modern. It turns out that when it comes to modern art, I have two responses: confusion and fear. Not the paintings and the sculptures; those were really cool. But the exhibits were basically what you would find in some really bad dreams. For example, a room too dark to see in with strange, screechy music playing, and some tinsel hanging in front of a light, and a sudden voice bellowing "WHERE IS YOUR WIFE?" Nope. Time to go.
Strolled by the Globe theater, and crossed the Millennium Bridge. Stood on it, in the middle of the Thames, and took lots of pretty pictures (well, Jess did, as she is the photographer). We went alllll the way to Hoxton after that (long story short, it is really far away and also basically the Projects) to visit this shop that we both enjoy online. Only, unfortunately, in person it's not so much a Shop as it is a 3ft x 10ft space with like. A SHELF. The products are awesome and the idea is really cool. It's a creative writing workshop for kids, around the theme of monsters. So all the things they sell are like... the things that monsters need? So there are decanters of maiden's hair and salt made from human tears, and bottled emotions, moonlight in a jar, and all kinds of whimsical miscellany like that. I would have loved some moonlight in a jar, but it was too big and heavy to fit anywhere in my baggage, over full as it already is from all the crap I've bought. Anyway. It was really far to travel for a tiny little hole in the wall that ended up not really being what we imagined, but it was nice to see anyway.
Next we made the pilgrimage to St. Bart's. That whole neighborhood is really pretty, and it's almost maze-like in one area, but we eventually found what we were looking for. Right next to "The Spot," there's a phone booth. In and around that phone booth is where all the fans who have come have left behind notes and cards and stickers and other stuff to mark that they've been there, and to be found by other fans. It's an I Believe In Sherlock shrine of sorts, and we left our own markers behind as well. A pair of construction workers walked by as we were looking up at the top of the building, and one of them called out to us "Look over there, right there, that's where he jumped from!" Yeah. Everyone knows. I don't even mind being made fun of, pff.
Ate a nice lunch at one of those places simply called Eat. and was impressed by their sandwiches. And theeennn that was it! Now we're sitting around in our living room on our laptops eating ice cream and chocolate. Because.
Tomorrow I'm going on a solo mission, so! We'll see how that goes.