The weekend was simply fabulous as London has completely changed. It was warm, it was sunny and a nice breeze blew strands of hair in my face - as if this megacity has now come to full life. It has almost been a summer-like feeling the past couple of days (I hope the weather god will still be in a good mood!).
So, last weekend, London’s museums were open till late in the course of the event “Museums at Night.” On Friday evening, J. and I headed over to Covent Garden. I love this place, it breathes life. People were sitting outside, chatting, drinking, eating, laughing. This weather brings out the best in people.
Right at the Covent Garden Piazza is the London Transport Museum. We’ve heard good things about it and on this particular evening it wooed people with drinks, 20s music and snacks. Why not? And so we dived into transport history. It might not sound too interesting (indeed, I wasn’t very convinced, either), yet it was actually quite interesting. They had a special exhibition called “Goodbye Piccadilly” in which they made the use of the city’s buses in the first world war subject of discussion. Those were used to transport the soldiers to the front and thus, the buses were even shipped to other countries.
But honestly, I think the fun part was that we could actually get an idea of what it’s like to be a … bus driver?
We were definitely enjoying this part of the museum.
We couldn’t help it. This was our inner child.
But I cannot imagine driving such a humongous vehicle. I would literally hit everything and everyone.
We really liked the “try-it-yourself” concept of the museum. You learn a lot about London’s transport system which is one of the - if not
- best in the world.
They even had a tram but as the population of the city grew, transport - except the buses - were moved underground.
J. seemed to enjoy navigating the Jubilee line (but psst, we ran over a person and stopped before we’d actually reached the next station - practice makes perfect).
And being a bus driver in these double deck buses suited her. Don’t you think? I suppose she would be one of the smiling drivers that are oh so rare.
After a couple of hours, we left the LTM and were then able to inhale the mild air. Covent Garden was aglow and it seemed like one of those carefree evenings when nothing bothers you and you are just carried away by the soothing humming sound of the talking crowd.
We couldn’t ask for more.
Well, there was one little thing we couldn’t miss.
I have wanted to go there for so long (crossed off the list!), for they are well-known for their super thick milkshakes. Oh, how I am craving one as I am writing this. I was having serious trouble deciding which flavour: vanilla, chocolate, strawberry? Peanut butter or even caramel? We both went for the plain vanilla one. I can only imagine how
the peanut butter shake must be. Reason enough to at least go there one more time, right?
We also shared one portion of fries (also hmmmm!). Well, I can only say: go, there whenever you have the chance to do so. ;-)
It was one of those perfect evenings that gave you a foretaste of the real summer nights. I cannot wait - even though this means the day when I will have to leave London gets near. But until then, there will hopefully be many more evenings like this to come.
(I am already looking up the rooftop bars! Any favorites?)