There’s something universally fun about a community event focused on adrenaline and sugar and bright lights. In case you’re unclear on what I’m referring to… it’s a fair. Or a carnival. Or a festival. Whatever your hometown called it. And when we saw a poster advertising the Crystal Palace Park Fun Fair, we knew we couldn’t miss making some travel memories at this one. (It had fun in the name! That’s practically a guarantee.)
Tyler and I were just musing the other day that most of our previous vacations have been total foodcations. We’d follow our stomachs (or all the best online recommendations) and plan our whole trip around the top dining options. This year, we’ve been letting other attractions lead the way, but we still keep an eye out for good eats. When we were staying in south London last month, we were within walking distance from Crystal Palace, a neighborhood with plenty of delicious local spots. We checked them out on a
walking tour trip to the grocery store and settled on Tamnag Thai when we felt the thai craving. We weren’t disappointed.
Tyler and I are huge museum lovers. I would like to credit this to our thirst for knowledge, our fascination with history and culture. But yes.. it’s also a little bit of our preference for a quiet place to go in the middle of the day. Museums just have it all, right?! (;
When we arrived to London and started collecting recommendations of things to do and see, we quickly put a few museums on the list. One of the first days we spent out getting a feel for the city, we accidentally stumbled upon this one— along with Buckingham Palace and Trafalger Square. What can I say.. we like to live like locals and just run into sites as we come upon them! Unfortunately, the downside is that you sometimes arrive at inconvenient times. Like twenty minutes before they close. Undeterred, we grabbed a museum map and left determined to study up on the place and return for a longer visit.
So, return to the British Museum in London we did, and we had a fabulous time. Here’s some photo proof!
A look at our afternoon exploring Brick Lane Market and Columbia Road Flower Market
One of our very first days in London was a Sunday, the perfect day for markets in the East End. We didn’t know yet that this would be one of our favorite places in the city, but it was an exciting introduction nonetheless. The East End was already immortalized in our minds by its association with Jack the Ripper, but there is a much deeper history here that has helped foster the growth of many sub-cultures of London.
And of course, what better way to taste and see the sub-cultures of a place than to actually taste their culinary offerings and peruse the open-air shops? We first hit up the Brick Lane Market for loads of ethnic food carts and piles (literally. piles.) of vintage clothing at street vendors lined down the street and around the corners. Next, we walked the several blocks over to Columbia Road to enjoy a different kind of “sights and smells”– a flower market! Although we didn’t make any floral purchases there, we were awed by the crowds of people packed into the market, all haggling for their favorite plants.
We spent some of the first few days of our fall season up in the mountains in France. It was such a remote area, a total contrast to our whirlwind visit to Torino. Instead of crazy drivers whipping around roundabouts and totally ignoring street lanes, we had nearly empty roads slowly hairpinning their way up the lonely rocky mountainside. Instead of colorful people and crowded sidewalks and shouting all around us, we had absolute stillness with only the breeze rustling up some whispering leaves. It was peaceful. A day in French countryside is all you need to rest after catching some kind of cold flu in our earlier hectic travels.
This is another short iPhone post.. more for our memory keeping than the strength of photographic content. To pick up back where I left off, our family road trip next took us out of Switzerland and down into Italy. We visited my dad’s brother– and lots more Peruvian family– in the city of Torino. After a couple of days there, we continued on into France, where we stayed in a beautiful farmhouse with two of my parent’s friends.