
Today was tourist day. We headed over to Madame Tussauds to see wax figures of famous people and pretend we had our picture taken with the real deal. We we’re sure how fun or silly it would be, but all three of us really got a kick out of it. To be honest, it was a bit of a relief to do something so tacky in the midst of all the culture we were seeing! Because the British are so celebrity obsessed, it was also fun to watch them get so excited over the wax figures. I was, however, sad that Pierce Brosnan and George Clooney weren’t out.
We were right near 221b Baker Street, so we went to the Sherlock Holmes museum and poked around in the giftshop. Marie enjoyed some tea while Andy and I checked out the rooms of Sherlock and Watson, and when we met up with her, we found her in a shop that Andy’s dad recommended! They apparently share good taste!
We were all ready for some good fish and chips, so we headed over to the Marlyebone area to have genuine, local fish and chips. It was good to see that we were the only tourists and everyone else there was a local. A sign of an authentic restaurant! It was SO good! It puts all other fish to shame! We gorged ourselves and then wandered around feeling full and overheated. It was worth it!
Once we recovered, we peeked at Trafalger Square, which I found to be rather underwhelming. Marie then decided to walk for a bit (remember the fish and chips?) and Andy and I hit up the Tower of London. We enjoyed the tour offered by the famous beefeaters, and we also saw the crown jewels. Andy is worried– he saw me eyeing some of the jewelry and is worried that I will want something similar!

We saw the Tower Bridge and London Bridge, and while Andy headed off to figure out our Eurostar Tickets to Paris, Marie and I went to Harrod’s. I knew it was THE place for shopping and luxury, but we were wholly unprepared for how large, cavernous, and opulent it was. Wow. It was overwhelming, intimidating, and a complete ball. There were marble walkways, fountains, security and assistants everywhere, etc. You can get anything you want there: Resort in Dubai? Done. Luxury sports care shipped to your home? No problem. A stuffed animal the size of your bed? Sure. Exotic fruits and speciality meats for your lunch? We’ll wrap that up for you.
All it takes is the international language: $$$$$$$$$$$$$
The owner of Harrod’s is Muhammed Al Fayed, the father of Dodi Fayed, who was killed with Princess Diana 10 years ago August 31st. There were permanent memorials everywhere and many flowers left at the fountains, statues, etc. He stands by his claim that they were murdered by the Royal family, and you can tell that he truly mourns the loss of both of them still. It was very touching.
Marie and I had tea and scones at Harrod’s in one of the many cafes they have. Did I mention Harrod’s also has a doctor, optometrist, post office, theater ticket office, bank, gym, spa, barber shop, and multiple luxury restaurants? You could easily LIVE inside this place (which is also roughly 7 floors AND is bigger than a city block). This place is definitely still about class distinction and there was some serious cash being dropped. Best of all, when you leave, there is a Starbucks and a Krispy Kreme outside. Nothing like spending bazillions of dollars and then following it up with a buzz and some sugary fats!
Be impressed: Marie and I bought nothing except our tea and scones. Talk about willpower. And serious intimidation.
We finished our day at Covent Garden, which is a fantastic outdoor market area that reminded me of Boston (the Faneuil market) with a European flair. We ate Italian food outside under strings of lights, and then wandered around some of the stalls of food and flowers (most of them were closing by then). Definitely an area we will have to check out again.
We are safe and sound in Paris, but more about that later. I have to help Andy straighten up our room and put away our laundry, and then we are off to Versailles.
