We had a target. We needed our musical tickets. The German trade ticket we had only a kind of order confirmation sent to the exchange we had in London was a partner in the shop with real mop. But this shop had only three hours on. So we turned our steps towards Westminster. Originally, we thought a nice long walk along the River Thames taken. But shortly after the Millennium Bridge, there was a building site, which forced us to take distance from the project. So we ran across the fields, we dangled from one environment to the next card, and if there was no time, I also took time off-card on my phone. I do love so completely unplanned trips. Although there was a general direction, but whether that was Tourimeile it or not cared, we are not in the least. So we came out on a particularly fun place where there was somehow a small property situated in the city. Three small houses as they are somewhere in presenting an insignificant, far remote, small English county. But instead of a green background rose a monster of a newly built bank building. And yet it suited the is shown to us city. Again it was the mixture, which was so rich in contrasts that it almost developed a certain charm. Whether the residents of the small villa with English lawn looked just be made once there. Just around the corner we saw a billboard that a large portrait of Johnny Depp was known as "The Mad Hatter". Opposite this was the right hotel.
We are therefore driven past the Waterloo Station, City Hall, the London Eye, directly to the Westminster Bridge. I honestly had no idea that this is precisely the bridge, from everyone probably Touri the world (except us), the Parliament building photographed. But so completely unprepared to face the London landmark, was something quite exciting. I never realized what a filigree design was to be found there. I mean, everyone knows the BigBen of images, but to see him live, all the fine detail that was once something quite different. Now it passed down to Westminster Abbey, Victoria Street. So slowly his legs were tired, which also is not surprising when you consider that one since getting up 1000km away exactly one apple, had taken a burger and a Coke for himself. Well, here too there was any case of that mishmash of what fascinates me Sun But slowly they came to a point of saturation. Somehow it now expected around every even the narrow corner take a pretty house, and the many impressions you could actually hardly. Was time for a break. So when we finally had our tickets in hand, we took a little walk around the houses to the vain search for a simple cafe and sat down, finally, armed with Brownie and delicious EarlGrey in the concourse of Victoria Station. It was already dark when we left again. And now the city seemed to be different. Even more impressive. No more gray and awesome. No, it flashed everywhere. The streets and buildings had a playful, but rarely in such a way that it corny, or even intrusive worked. Employ bustle, where you looked, people laughed and had fun. You could see literally, as the streets were filled. The proportion of tourists declined, the locals gained the upper hand, those who knew where they amused themselves in this seemingly endless number of streets and roads. The wicket-musical theater lit up in green and lush compared to the tried
BillyElliot theater successful, directing all attention. But we drew our steps now to our next destination, the nightlife at the Picadilly Circle around counter. There should be our main item on the agenda in "Her Majesty Theatre" take place. This we ran down the Buckingham Palace Road, past the namesake and the Victori a Memorial in front of the palace entrance, which is almost begging question to be climbed. I wondered how long it might take well to the palace guard one gets down there and decided against it a try. Incidentally, I had not the pleasure one can step off the fur hats customers shins - namely, there was none. Full of scam. Instead, we walked over to louder important looking directly into buildings and oversized statues into the turmoil of the entertainment. 
Was the colors at the Victoria already impressive, put them all here ever seen in the shadows. But in the district could spend the evenings of the year without ever having done something the same. Whether the buzz in Trafalgar Square and Chinatown, all seemed happy and somehow intoxicating. Dazed by the spectacle of thousands of smiling faces, we could drive us past the strangest theaters and pubs. Left, right, straight ahead. We did not care. We still had 2 hours to the start of the performance. But then we were both like to be a command and entered a shop. 
Something funny I had not seen for a very long time. This store was virtually only stuffed animals and most loving Decoration. Welcomed by the perceived eyes one thousand plush frogs and a giant lemurs turned the gaze openable gene in crocodile's mouth. The animals that adorned the ceiling and walls, was moved, the air filled with jungle noises. And a new friend I had found. Unfortunately, a little too expensive for him really take snief * *. After three rounds through the store we are - without actually having bought something (I'm proud of myself, and slightly sad) - it went straight towards "Her Majesty Theatre. [to be continued]
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