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squirmeliaAlthough Adam and I had both enjoyed Bedknobs and Broomsticks as children, it turned out that neither of us had ever been to Portobello Road. ("Street where the riches of ages are stowed.")
On Saturday, we met in London, ate fake prawns and then visited Cybercandy for some Tab and Vanilla Coke. After that, we headed to Portobello Road. We wandered around the market stalls, searching for the Star of Astoroth, although did not find it. We did see "Anything and everything a chap can unload", such as old cameras, t-shirts that said "Everybody loves mushrooms", door knobs (but no bed knobs), spoons, a shop full of sewing machines. No soldiers seemed to be dancing, but there was at least occasional music, played by buskers.
It was cold in London that day, so we sipped hot chocolate before going for a walk along the South Bank. The London Eye glowed purple, and trees were glowing with blue lights. We wandered into the Royal Festival Hall to keep warm and listened to some jazz and tried not to look at the photos that had parental advisory signs by them.
We then ended up in the Tate Modern, where we saw the mass of sunflower seeds lining the Turbine Hall, and we sat there, looking at the uneven surface that looked almost like the moon.
On Saturday, we met in London, ate fake prawns and then visited Cybercandy for some Tab and Vanilla Coke. After that, we headed to Portobello Road. We wandered around the market stalls, searching for the Star of Astoroth, although did not find it. We did see "Anything and everything a chap can unload", such as old cameras, t-shirts that said "Everybody loves mushrooms", door knobs (but no bed knobs), spoons, a shop full of sewing machines. No soldiers seemed to be dancing, but there was at least occasional music, played by buskers.
It was cold in London that day, so we sipped hot chocolate before going for a walk along the South Bank. The London Eye glowed purple, and trees were glowing with blue lights. We wandered into the Royal Festival Hall to keep warm and listened to some jazz and tried not to look at the photos that had parental advisory signs by them.
We then ended up in the Tate Modern, where we saw the mass of sunflower seeds lining the Turbine Hall, and we sat there, looking at the uneven surface that looked almost like the moon.