Hi guys!
Now that mom's in town it's time for being a tourist part II. I informed the Queen of my return arrival, since she forgot to open the gates the first time I came in June. She promised to have the gates opened for me, but somehow, Mr. Body Gaurds with Machine Guns didn't get the memo and barred me from entry, again! How dare they, Her Majesty will not be happy when she finds out. Alas, for the second time in a row, I was stuck being a tourist outside the palace. At least we got some pretty pictures! (Next time though, I'm going to be walking through those doors as an honored guest and be given an apology for not being let in the first two times I came here)
Mom tried her best to get a picture of me in front of the gate with the guard "putting on a show" (ie marching) but she instead got an artsy insta pic, with a barely visible guard...new profile pic?
The Wellington Arch also had pretty gates that matched my outfit, so a picture was a total must!
Mom and I then walked to Hyde Park and ambled through the gardens. We had pizza by the Serpentine and really enjoyed the breeze. Scratch that, mom really enjoyed the breeze while I froze my butt off. That didn't stop me from getting soft serve ice cream in the park though! We also watched a pair of ducks protect their babies from a heron (don't worry this time the duckies won!).
Making our way to Kensington Palace we came across Albert's memorial. I made a comment about how highly he must have thought of himself, but then my mom informed me that actually his wife Queen Victoria had it built for him. But still this is the epitome of pomp.
Like look at all that gold and religious stuff surrounding it. I mean...was this all really necessary?
I did find a portrait of myself from a previous life, as a queen of course heheh. Actually this was really interesting. Each corner of the memorial represented a different continent (I think they might not have figured out the last three lol). So they had Europe, Asia, Africa, and America. Each statute was some human riding a beast, so for the Americas it was wild buffalo or Africa had a camel. Obviously Asia had an elephant. Very intriguing, but still a weird thing to memorialize.
We actually went into Kensington Palace this time, which was home to Queen Victoria as a child. It was pretty cool! My favorite pieces were the tiaras. Poor Queen Victoria though, her mother was so paranoid she would be murdered that she had this insane rules and practically lived under her mother's thumb. When she ascended to the throne at 18, her mother tried to usurp the crown from her! Like come on, how cliche could her mother get? Obviously Victoria quashed that pretty quick, but man what a suckish awakening to royal life. All I can say is, I might joke about being a princess, but I'm so glad that I am not. It's way to much drama. Plus I'm a rather easy target with my food allergies and asphyxiation as a mechanism for death sounds less than ideal.
After Kensington Palace my mom and I got dinner with really old family friends who were in London for the day. They were so excited to see my mom! So I just sat back and enjoyed the Persian food. It's not every day that your mom is way cooler than you, so I let her have her moment. Just kidding mom! It was a pleasant evening (despite their screaming child...trust me the teacher in me was itching for some discipline, I was like your 3's will be out of control if you can't contain the 2's. But who am I to judge, I only managed a classroom of 30 toddlers ;) ). Anyways, that's all for now.
Love you lots,
Carolyn
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