I hope this new blog post finds you well? We’ve made it to the end of yet another month and I can’t wait to turn the page on this one. February has never really been a particular favourite of mine and there have been a few bumps along the road this year. I shall spare you the (not-so) gory details as I feel that I have already exceeded my quota of rants for the month …
I’m happy to report I passed my guiding exam at the National Portrait Gallery at the beginning of the month, thanks to the support of my classmates and Lady Emma Hamilton. In a cheeky nod to Helen of Troy, I called Lord Nelson’s rather (in)famous mistress ‘the face that launched a thousand scandals’ and this comparison didn’t go down too well with the examiners, but I have a feeling Emma was smiling down on me that day and would have approved! 🙂
While I truly hate breaking promises, I can’t deliver a blog post about Luxembourg today and I must admit defeat yet again. (Shame on me & mea culpa in one!) Instead I have decided to focus on one of the more pleasant days of February, which included a visit to one of London’s most secret green spaces: [cue for suspenseful music] the Barbican Conservatory.
The rather unusual Barbican Conservatory: where urban and concrete jungle collide.
How have you been since my last missive? Time flies and I can’t believe we’ve already come to the end of January … yet again! The older I get (sigh) the more I believe our perception of time changes and perhaps, in a nod to my blog’s name, I should take a cue from Proust?
With preparations for my upcoming guiding exam at the National Portrait Gallery going full steam ahead (think Anna Karenina!), January, cruel month of many broken resolutions, has certainly kept me busy. However, let me immediately reassure you, gentle reader(s), there have been plenty of opportunities for fun too, including the running of my regular tours as well as gathering new material for this blog.
While wandering the city in search of inspiration and cake (I have a valid reason for this quest as a macarons-themed walk is in the works), the fickle weather has allowed me to see some of London’s most’s famous sculptures masquerading as gigantic silhouettes.
The haunting silhouette of Diana, the Goddess of the Hunt, in Green Park.
Where has time gone again? With Christmas done and dusted already, we are now preparing ourselves – mentally and physically, I’m sure – to welcome in the New Year. I sincerely hope you’ve had joyful and restorative festivities so far!
While I’m currently spending the Christmas holidays with my family in sleepy Luxembourg (and surprisingly enjoying it), I haven’t forgotten all about the multiple charms of London. The people, the energy and … the many delights of afternoon tea, of course. As corny as it may sound, I must admit it’s true what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder and I already can’t wait to be back amidst the city’s intoxicating frenzy!
As 2013 is quickly drawing to a close (tick tock), I thought it would be a fun idea to share with you this year’s highlights from my ever-expanding archive of London photographs. While this is going to be a rather lengthy post (send your complaints to the Ministry of Blogging Affairs), I shall try to keep this article light on words and heavy on pictures. After all, it’s the end of the year, a time to take it easy, right? 😉
The Houses of Parliament and Big Ben as witnessed on a brisk November evening walk.