Two years ago this day I was just leaving London, where I had spent two weeks eating my weight in clotted cream and scones (turns out clotted cream is basically extra fattening butter, and scones apparently should be pronounced “scons” not “scones”.) I had also somehow forced my vocal chords to pick up something of a fake British dialect, which somehow managed in two short weeks to inflict everyone in our traveling party, no doubt making us sound like the phoniest people in the U.K. I didn’t care though, I adored London. I loved the drizzly gray weather, and the afternoon tea and the Waitroses and Sainsbury stores with their funny little bags of “crisps” and pre-packaged Cornish pasties that taste better than anything you can get in a grocery stores in the states. Even their drugstores are cuter. I’ll always remember, because it was so hilarious, a bottle of nail polish I picked up at a Boots (the Walgreens of England) in a train station – it was a metallic grayish-pewtery color called “posh trash.” Something about it was so British and hilarious, I had to get it.
Until we meet again London… here are some of my fondest memories.