While many are attracted to the equator for the salvation of warmth, I find myself gravitating toward the poles of the Earth. A few weeks ago, I began my Spring Holiday trip in London visiting family and continued to Paris and Oslo. London is one of my favourite cities I have travelled to thus far and dare I say, I adore London more than Paris. London is trim, polished, and the brisk, chilly climate is one that I fancy—the city just suits my personality. Paris is lovely, however, I feel that Paris is unduly romanticised and that the allure and crisp elegance of London is quite often underrated.
My days began at 3am. As I stepped out the door, my lungs would fill with wintry zephyr. It felt energising and restorative. The beautiful fog loomed over the city—the stillness and lull was spellbinding. I rode the Tube to explore iconic sites like the London Eye, Big Ben, Parliament Square, Buckingham Palace, London Bridge, and a few art galleries. I also gave Dippy the Diplodocus a visit at the Natural History Museum. I was warned by previous UK visitors that the food was mediocre in its essence, however, I had a different experience and delighted in the cuisine of the restaurants and cafés. My favourite was at a dapper Japanese-inspired coffee shop where I took great pleasure in a shrimp katsu sandwich, iced coffee, and matcha strawberry cake for dessert while reading the latest Monocle. As I sit here, typing and retyping descriptions to my photographs, I realise that there are no words good enough, expressive enough, just enough, and that they must be left wordless, unadulterated, and left to the imagination.
It is invigorating to travel solo. You realise how small you are and you just feel so free. Limitless.