On our last day, we really felt the pressure to accomplish some of the things we hadn’t yet. Therefore, we set off to the Borough Market, which was closed the first time we tried, in order to get the infamous grilled cheese sandwich.
And oh, what a sandwich it was. The cook dumped in mounds of cheese into a container, then would take the bread and scoop huge amounts onto it, and press it in a panini type grill. At one point, he would add the combination of red onion and leeks. He eventually wrapped it in tissue paper and handed to us, as our eyes bulged from their sockets. Heart attack on bread.
We had to take pictures, because that’s the kind of dorks we are. Plus, we wanted to make everyone crave our sandwiches. Success.
We browsed the market, which is amazing. It’s crowded, but smells and tastes like heaven.
Luckily, Sandy spotted a Prosecco booth and I was able to take a bubblicious time out.
Afterward, we hopped on the Tube and arrived at Selfridge’s. Because we like the TV Show, and Jeremy Piven. After purchasing some surprises for my husband, we hopped back on the subway for Harrod’s. There we purchased more surprises and fought through crowds that make the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade look tame. These excursions cost me dearly. Not financially, but mentally. I despise crowds AND shopping, so it was the perfect storm for me to totally lose it. Somehow, I managed to not freak out and Sandy realized the imperative was to get me to the hotel for a drink to calm my nerves. Sandy is very smart.
After a small glass of wine, we decided to knock out one more item on the to-do list and hit Trafalgar Square. Guess what? A million people were there.
I became punch drunk and decided you all needed this joke.
We ate a scrumptious dinner and retired to our rooms where we began packing for our return trip. Our greatest regret is that we never made it into a museum. Sandy wanted to see the Rosetta Stone. I guess another trip is in the future, with less of the Royal Tour, as Sandy calls it, and more theatre and museums.
We shall return.
Thanks, London. It was incredible!
P.S. We overheard two different women today shout, “S#!t!!” And neither of them was me!!!
See y’all soon!
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Excellent! I don’t know how you survived Harrods, Selfridges, the tube AND Trafalgar Square in one day. Your cheese sandwich looks out of this world! Glad you got to see the market in the end. I saw in the news that the blue ‘Hahn Cock’ was recently unveiled by Mayor Boris Johnson, and it is something to do with symbolising regeneration (?) It would be far better if it was called ‘chicken butt’! Have a safe trip back and I hope you return soon to visit the museums!