What a HUGE day yesterday was- we seemed to be on the go from dawn-til-dusk! We headed off early in the morning to Madame Tussaud’s. I’ve been twice before on past trips to London, but it was new for Sophie and Adeline and a real treat to see them posing it up with the different wax figures.
From there we headed to Harrods. The last time I was in London Claudia had taken me to the ice-cream parlour on the second floor, and I was keen for a repeat experience. We weren’t disappointed. Out came the sundae to beat all sundaes. To be honest, the three of us could have all shared the one ice-cream, but our eyes were bigger than our stomachs and we each ended up leaving at least half of the ice-cream. For a self confessed ice-cream addict, this was saying something.
In the afternoon we caught the train out to Nottinghill. I had never been, and was eager to see Portobello Road and the place that lent its name to one of my favourite movies. Unfortunately we didn’t run into Hugh Grant, but the streets were bursting with energy and colour. I couldn’t believe how many people were walking down the little narrow roads, and the atmosphere was so different to other parts of London. It had that “Sunday afternoon” type feel, like no one had anywhere urgent to be, and they were happy just to soak up the lingering bits of summer that have yet to leave completely. I have to say that I would not consider it a hardship if I were to end up living in one of that many pastel townhouses around Nottinghill.