I just got back from a two-week trip to London. It was amazing. This was my first major trip by myself, and there's something rather exciting about being able to explore a strange city by oneself. Particularly one as exciting as London. I did spend quite a bit of time with the lovely Kait, who toured me around and either showed me or sent me to all the quirky, exciting neighbourhoods. But most of the time I was pretty much self-directed.
I saw a lot of museums and galleries. It helps that most of them were free - or by donation - and I didn't have much in the way of spending money. But I also wanted to see bits of art and culture that I don't really have access to here in Canada. To see the paintings and sculptures that I'd learned so much about in school but never had the opportunity to appreciate in real life. If you only know one thing about art, know this: no matter how great a picture is, it never can compare to the original.
London was amazing. It also was overcrowded, cramped and dirty. I'm glad to be home. But I would so go back again if I could.
