Oxford Circus felt like a zoo, but I didn’t mind. Crowds of people on the sidewalks poured into shopping stores. Both Oxford and Piccadilly Circus are like mini versions of Times Square. After meeting up with my boss, and making a pit stop at Selfridge’s, we ended up at South African restaurant Cape Town Fish Market. Tucked away on Argyll St, it was the perfect spot to sit outside on a gorgeous London evening away from the crowds on Oxford. What I am about to tell you is very important. If you are ever in the London area, you need to eat at this restaurant and you NEED to order the Seafood Potjiekos. First, you are given a bowl of white rice, followed by a small caldron filled with a spicy tomato broth, chunks of fish, shrimp, scallops, muscles, potatoes, and vegetables that you pour over the rice. Hands down, it is one of the best meals I have ever had. Ever.
Post dinner, we wandered down to Leicester Square, Covent Garden (I needed to see Pretty Green), and Trafalgar Square. Every block we crossed, the more I took in. Every street performer, bar, store and park we passed, London became more magical for me after just a few hours. Now obviously you can find these things in any major city, but the vibe in London was something unexplainable. But as travel exhaustion and food coma began to set in, I had to leave my London high for the night and make my way back to the hotel to pass out and re-energize.
The next day, we made a quick trip back to Oxford Circus to shop at a few stores I missed the night prior. After doing some credit card damage at Topshop, we made our way back to the Tower Bridge area to explore landmarks like the Tower of London, and walk the bridge itself. We crossed Tower Bridge just before sunset over the Thames. On the other side, we walked the path along the Thames to find various art sculptures and City Hall. We settled into a dinner at Strada with the perfect view of Tower Bridge as it lit up at nightfall. It was here we splurged on pasta, wine and gourmet deserts. Thankfully, our hotel was a block from the bridge, as I crossed the border between buzzed and drunk, and giggled my way back across. Let me tell you, after having a few drinks in you, there is nothing more fascinating than watching the bridge rise for marine traffic.
Back at the hotel in my wine haze, I attempt to hydrate and sober myself up faster in attempt to not wake up hung over on our last day in London. Morning had an early start, for we had saved the best for last. Next stop, Westminster & Abbey Road.
To be continued…