Portobello Road

So I finally went to Portobello Road. It wasn't the market that got me there, but um the cupcakes. There is this bakery... I want to own it. It's amazing. Well first I walked the length of the market, and that was cool. The amount of people though... ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. People walk so slow. I mean, I know they are looking, but I was too, but yet I can walk faster than a snail. Argh. So after I walked the market, I called Kathleen, and said, "Cupcakes.. where are they?" She told me, I found it, I died and went to heaven. I, of course, got the double chocolate.. ah heaven. There was so much icing on it too... ohhhhhh. I want like 100 right now.

Portobello Road is something else. I was reminded of Seafood Fest actually. There was a lot of stalls, and even more people. It was so crowded, and I loved it when a car decided to drive down the road. There's barely room for people. The stuff that was being sold was pretty good though, I was almost tempted to buy some stuff.



I saw George Orwell's house... er. Not my favorite person in the world.


After that I decided to see Harrods one more time. I grabbed a bus that said it was going to Knightsbridge, and yeah it didn't. The bus had it's last stop right by Royal Albert Hall. I got out, caught another bus, but then I saw this statue, and I got out. It's the Albert Memorial, and it's really nice. I had not been to this side of Kensington Gardens yet, so I eagerly looked around, and then I decided I would walk through the park. I looked at the palace, went by the little lake, and ended up ohhh basically where I began earlier that day. It always happens... somehow.

It was a good day though. I sat on a park bench, and just thought how I would love for all of this not to end. I always look forward to the next adventure, in this case it's going home, but I do love England, and I am so going to miss everyone.

On the way back to Waterloo, I took a bus, and got out around Westminster. I got some cool pictures of Big Ben alone and with the Eye. I, then witnessed this.



Not in a million years would I do this, and I have jumped from a bridge probably just a little smaller. I've also jumped from a cliff into water, but distance doesn't matter, it's the water that does. The Saco river is fine, but this is dirty. A few people were looking on, and basically everyone said the same thing: Ew.