Showing posts with label more photos of London. Show all posts
Showing posts with label more photos of London. Show all posts

18 June 2009

The London Zoo

And because I am so in the blog zone it is SICK (cue my third cup of coffee), here are some London Zoo pictures!

Now before I get started, let me throw in a disclaimer: I typically don't like zoos. Not because of 'the inhumane treatment of animals' or anything remotely honorable like that, but because they're just so effing BORING. You walk to a fence. You stare at a lion lying apathetic and innert in the sun. This is entertaining for approximately...one and a half seconds. You try to make eye contact, in the hopes that if he sees you and your happy, beaming face, he will become enthralled and do something thrilling, like stand up, but he doesn't, and so you move on to the next enclosure. You briefly skim the description printed on the wooden podium of the exhibited animal: 'The okapi, or Okapia johnstoni, comes from central Africa...' and rapidly zone out. Turning your gaze to the fabricated central African zone before you (consisting of a lot of dirt and a single tree), you strain to find this exotic beast. He is nowhere to be found. Perhaps it is feeding time in that dank, smelly warehouse located at the rear of the African plain. And so it goes: hours of trodding, squinting, waving, yelling, and moving on. Honestly, if I want to see loads of sleeping and pacing animals, I'll just go back to my desk job, where at least they occasionally get feisty after lunch.

But THIS zoo, far from being dull as dirt, was as wildly entertaining as the Cirque du Soleil.* Not because of its miniscule size (which was nice), nor because of its fabulous location at the top of Regent Park (which was nice), but mostly because of the fact that the animals were just plain SASSY. All three of them. Check out the way they posed for my camera:

This is one I like to call 'Another Day in the Jail Yard.' You can tell he's torn between the mess hall and the weight room, and wishes someone would start a pick-up game of baseball:


This was taken in the Butterfly Sanctuary. Initially you would think (as I did), 'A butterfly sanctuary! How charming! A hot and steamy little rainforest with hundreds of butterflies fluttering around you!' But then you go in and find yourself sweating and surrounding by all of these darting, flying creatures, who were doing their best summertime-moth impressions, and it was actually a bit alarming. All of the swooping and diving around your face is far from relaxing or magical, and you find yourself--as you instinctively duck and jerk back--wishing for a flyswatter. Needless to say, I loved it.



And last, but not least, we have this guy, who I think by his expression needs no introduction:

And the one who stole the show:
This cat, while perhaps not a 'technical' zoo animal, was prowling the enclosure of the above bird. He stalked about the tall grass, eyeing his prey, and totally plotting a coup. He was by far my favorite exhibit of the entire day. One, it was the first time I saw an animal doing anything that was remotely natural, and two, you've got to respect a domestic housecat playing predator to such a wildly exotic and possibly aggressive bird. I couldn't help but secretly hope for some kind of live discovery channel action but alas, the wire mesh proved too much of a barrier, not to mention the bell around his neck (obviously his owner knows how he spends his days), so he could only lurk about threateningly, ruffling the bird's feathers.


And so concludes my tour! I would follow up with a recommendation, except, well...you've kinda seen it all right here.

*I'm lying to you. There is nothing in the world more entertaining than a show that ties midgets to giant balloons and sends them afloat.

30 March 2009

Wreaking havoc all over town...

Deee and I made her poor coworker and travelling companion take pictures of us EVERYWHERE. Including this skate park on the South Bank. It was AWESOME. For us. Probably not for him. He was forced to endure shrieks commanding him to 'Count to THREE before you snap!' and 'Don't forget we want our feet!' It turns out all of our instruction was unnecessary--he totally rocked every shot. Except for the three dozen with our eyes closed.

20 October 2008

Sloane Square Market

Welcome to the Sloane Square Market! Located in Chelsea, this is one of London's fancy food markets. It's a total cluster-eff of people until around two, and then it's all yours to move around, take some photos...and then eat eat eat.

This stall made me wish I had a sweet tooth...but if any of you would like some chocolate-covered banana raisins or yogurt-coated almonds, let me know! This vendor had something for EVERYONE. Though I will admit I ended up going for the chocolate-covered honeycombs...I'm only HUMAN, after all...


And for those of you who crave salty over sweet...




A solid half--if not more--of the vendors here make fresh food to eat on the spot. There is an overwhelmingly wonderful selection...from savory pies to Thai curry to Morrocan tagine to Indian to sausage sandwiches...it is nearly impossible to decide what to eat. So of course I must return every Saturday.


mmmm...tea....


This is the girl who sells the tea. Have you ever SEEN such a nice face?? Be honest. I think we're going to be bff's soon, because I'm going to begin stalking her every Saturday until she breaks down and starts to hang out with me. And then someday we'll look back and laugh, "Remember how we met when you were taking photos of my tea??" "It feels like just yesterday!"

Take your pick--do you prefer a certain apple varietal? A certain press? Or maybe you like pear juice or blackcurrant? I ended up getting a single-serving sized mini-bottle for a pound and I totally sucked it dry within seconds...I really should've gone for the larger bottle...ah, well! Next Saturday, right?

And this was my lunch! I eventually settled on the chicken tikka masala at the Indian stall with a serving of vegetable curry that was so spicy it made my nose run. But then the apple juice cooled me back down again...it was PERFECT.

17 October 2008

Maximum Velocity and a Walk through Notting Hill

Ladies, it's time to line up! Meet Max, the funniest, most happenin' guy cruising the London streets, and the darling with which I get the honor of spending my afternoons. Please note his crazy-cool drool-bandanna (or the 'drool-danna' I like to call it), handmade by a local writer and DIY mother. The drool danna does a killer great job of keeping Max's clothing dry and is WAY more stylin' than the average bib. Needless to say, he owns every room he enters.

This is the ridiculously awesome view from Max's Manor. Please note the gherkin on the left...it's everywhere you look, people. 30 St. Mary Axe OWNS this half of London.

Now let's go to the other side of town!

Today I met Mommy 6, who rapidly became one of my favorite Mommies yet. She has the good fortune to live in Notting Hill, which is where I'll be headed once a week for the next few weeks to watch her baby studmuffin. And I am PSYCHED about it. Check it out...


I know what you're thinking: I totally colored this in photoshop. I wish (mostly because that would mean I owned photoshop). But no...this is Portobello Road. The most charming street EVER.

When I first saw this book title, I thought, "WHOA! That is RACIST!" Then I looked at the image. Talk about disappointing.

Apparently there are two sorts of markets on this street: a Friday wares sort of market, and a Saturday fruit-and-veg market. I don't know if the antiques and costume jewelry and racist books are still pimped at Saturday's market, but they probably are. I'll have to go and check it out, though, just so I don't lead you astray. Even though that means fighting crowds. And we all know what crowds do to me. But for you, Notting Hill? Anything.



Bracelet? Orange? Tapestry?