London's January Face

When I came back to London a couple of weeks a ago, the January blues hit me hard. I could not even tell why. But the best cure for a miserable feeling is probably going out there and cherish the many faces beautiful London has.

When I woke up and peered out of the window it looked quite cold to me.

It has been relatively mild in London and so I was surprised to see the frost covering the rooftops.

I could have easily gone back to bed as classes hadn’t started up to this point. However, I had a thirst for action and thought getting out there might bring be back to a certain routine, showing me the beauty of this city, getting me in a better mood.

The English writer Samuel Johnson in the second half of the 18th century said:

“[…] when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”

Oh, I am certainly not tired of life. So I jumped out of bed, turned up the good-mood-music and made my coffee with a twist. Half an hour later I was ready to roll and see what London has to offer, something I have not seen the past three month (and surely there is a lot).

I went to Green Park and from there it was only a three minute walk to the Belgravia Gallery

where they had an exhibition on the life of Nelson Mandela. Although it is not a big one, the gallery is showcasing brilliant work from well-known artists from all over the world.

Having travelled through time - in this case Mandela’s life -, I continued my little stroll around the city. 

My aunt has told me about Sotheby’s, the world-famous auction house, which I have not heard of before. When I came around the corner, guess what I saw? What a coincidence it was.

I had a sneak-peak inside.

Afterwards, I ambled along Green Park. The sun peeped out and so a feeling of happiness arose. 

People sat on benches and read their newspapers, couples went for a walk, families played with their dogs…what a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere it was. 

I tried to let it all sink in.

I then headed over to St. James’ Park and was able to take a good photo of the Victoria Memorial.

On my way further down the street I gazed at the great architecture.

I realized that taking the tube is totally overrated - at least sometimes. When you are in the centre and got some time I suggest you take advantage of it. The best spots are not far from each other and can easily and relatively quickly be reached.

To be honest, I was not sure where I was going (that’s the thing if you have a rather bad sense of orientation…) but suddenly I knew.

Trafalgar Square was right in front of me in all its glory.

Having not been able to go the National Gallery yet, I thought this was the right time to do so.

It is such an impressive building. I took some time and wandered through the rooms - or should I say halls? - reverentially looking at the outstanding paintings reflecting the spirit of hundreds of years ago.

I personally found it impossible to really see and concentrate on every single picture. So the National Gallery definitely is a place that is worth visiting not only once.

In the late afternoon, my stomach started to rumble and my feet got a wee bit tired. 

I walked back to Embankment Station and could not help climbing up the bridge and take a picture. One last look.

This view never gets old. And I certainly never get tired of it.

On the way back home I realized that I am one lucky girl. London has so many faces, even in January. So take that January blues. There are only a few days left anyway. I managed to beat you.