Are you ready? So many posts on London are coming.
London was always the fantasy, the dream. I’m an Anglophile at heart and have been reading about British history and royalty forever. Seriously, I’ve read everything from biographies to histories, historical fiction to regency romances. I was so happy to finally get to see the places I’ve only read about and imagined come to life.
We were only in London for a few days, and I was ready to see and do everything we possibly could in that time. And, of course, Andy was along for the ride.
We choose to stay by the centrally located Trafalgar Square. This puts all the things we (I) wanted to see within walking distance, which is usually our goal when we stay somewhere for a short time. 
Trafalgar Square is anchored by the National Gallery and sits North of the Thames, in Covent Garden.
Charles I atop his horse and the looming Corinthian column with Admiral Horatio Nelson on it. Below is the Admiralty Arch (and some construction), connecting Trafalgar Square and the Mall.
We arrived in the afternoon, so most of the day was spent exploring our immediate surroundings.
One of America’s Founding Father’s, Benjamin Franklin’s house. He was born in Boston, made a name for himself in Philadelphia, and spent 16 years living and working in this house off Craven Street before returning to America to help start the Revolution.
Below is the first headquarters of Scotland Yard, used from 1829-1890. 
England is an old country, has been in a lot of wars, and has monuments/memorials to commemorate them all.
In Leicester Square is the statue of William Shakespeare. It has been there since 1874.
Right around the corner from Shakespeare is the interesting “A Conversation with Oscar Wilde” memorial of the Irish Oscar Wilde. I like it, it’s different.
In the evening, we made our way to Chinatown.
Dinner was prawns and a lobster roll at the aptly titled, Burger and Lobster.
I don’t even know where exactly we ended up, some kind of casino I think? But, Andy was bound and determined to find a tv with the Masters playing.
So, first night in London, drinking a Danish Carlsberg (from my adopted home), watching the Masters, played in Georgia (my home.)
xoxo-sk
ps. Did you really go to London if you didn’t take a picture of the red telephone booths?
xoxo-sk 