last week, my little cousin alison arrived in london. she’s not that little. 24. but she’ll always be lil’ cuz to me. ali is backpacking around europe for the summer, and i got to spend five days showing her around london before she headed off.
it’s always fun playing tourist in your own city. it’s hardly like we go and hang out at buckingham palace on a weekly basis. it’s just there – a pretty building you pass sometimes on the way to something far less grand. so it’s a treat to do the whole sightseeing thing – see the city through the eyes of a visitor who gets excited about double decker buses, red phone boxes and black cabs.
we hit all the usual suspects – changing of the guards, houses of parliament and big ben, covent garden, carnaby street, the london eye, tower bridge… i had a word with mother nature, and she made sure that london looked all shiny in the sunshine for the perfect photo opp.
but i also made sure to show ali the less touristy side of the city. we brunched in shoreditch, wandered the markets, broadway and regent’s canal, she happily tagged along with me as i ran around soho for work, drank pimms at sunset in london fields, cocktails on rooftops, and wined and dined in the sun in chelsea.
i’ve been excited for alison’s visit for months. i’ve missed my cousins so much while i’ve been living in london – we’ve grown up in each other’s pockets, and not seeing them regularly has, well, sucked. so i have been a very happy girl the past week, and it was over far too quickly.
luckily, we’re reuniting for a little adventure in july. counting down the days!