With classes out for Easter and my head heavy from hours in the library working on my dissertation, a weekend getaway was long in order! I packed up my Burberry wellies and raincoat, darted off aboard the Eurostar and arrived in London ready for a change of scenery.
Sightseeing with a local friend, author of Not Just Another Milla, gave me new appreciation for the city as I looked through my Paris-tinted glasses. After spending so much time with the Latin cultures of Europe, it was refreshing and eye-opening to be amongst a culture that shares much more with my own: I could sit for hours in large brown leather chairs undisturbed in the quiet (almost reverent) upper levels of Waterstones Bookstore at Piccadilly; was awestruck by the level of customer service as the waiter attentively listened to Milla’s customized breakfast order at the Chelsea Corner Café (how boring I was ordering right of the menu!); was quite literally perplexed to find the Saatchi Gallery open by 10am (some art galleries in Paris don’t open until as late as 2pm); and, most cherished of all, my personal bubble was relinquished back into my custody.
The trip was short, a mere three days that came and went faster than I would have liked. Already I’m back confined to the indoors as I work on my dissertation, study for various exams and begin pulling my hair out for a few papers I need to begin writing… Summer is an all-too welcome finish line and yet it is coming all too quickly, the paradox of student life. At least once it arrives, I’ll have yet another opportunity to dart back up to London!