Being Really Obnoxious in The Tower of London

Yesterday, on our third day in London (has it really only been three days?) we visited the Tower of London. To say I was excited to be back at the Tower is an understatement. My classmates can attest that once we emerged from the Tower Hill tube station, I ran ahead of the group, jumping and “yippie-ing!” my way to a bench I could stand on to get a better view. We also made our way to the old Roman wall that still stands across from the Tower. After touching it, repeatedly saying “This is 2000 years old, and we’re touching it”,  and threatening to lick the wall (I decided against it when I thought of the possibility of getting some disease that the last person to most likely die of it was probably a gladiator), we were off to the Tower!

Our first stop was the Crown Jewels before they got too crowded. Everything in there is beautiful…but dare I say a tad gaudy! It’s also hard to believe there are stones that form so starkly blue, red, or green naturally. My favorite crown was probably Queen Victoria’s itty bitty crown made to go over her widow’s veil. I got a kick out of telling out little group that she and Prince Albert were ye olde FREAKS for each other. Good for them, I guess. 

After the Crown Jewels, we started exploring different historical parts of the tower. We went to the sight of Anne Boleyn’s execution, where a cat a Yeoman referred to as “Nipsy” sat on the memorial and played with the flowers people had left. She was a black cat, which I think should make her an honorary Tower Raven. Forget the ravens leaving the tower, if Nipsy leaves we’re all screwed. We then moved on to Traitors Gate, The White Tower, and my personal favorite – The Bloody Tower. The Bloody Tower includes my favorite exhibit about the Princes in the Tower.

The Princes in the Tower were the boy King Edward V, who was twelve, and his little brother, Prince Richard, who was nine. They were put in their tower by their Uncle, Richard III (different guy than the boy prince). One day they were seen playing on the lawn of the Tower and after that…nothing. They were never seen again. Richard III was crowned King of England and was later defeated by Henry Tudor at the battle of Bosworth. It’s widely speculated and written that Richard III had the boys killed so he could become king. They’ve even found the skeletons of two young children in the Tower, but there’s never been any testing done on them. I believe that the boys were definitely killed, whether by Richard III or someone else. The room in Bloody Tower that tells their story is accompanied by a truly haunting short film that I LOVE. I wish I had taken a video of it to show people back in the states, as I always bring it up when discussing the tower. Alas, too many people were walking in front of it.

Speaking of which…the lack of museum etiquette displayed by so many people that day angered me TO MY CORE. At one point in White Tower, Sophie, Anna, and I were reading about this set of armor and this woman comes and stands RIGHT IN FRONT OF US. I was fighting demons. My inner Karen about came out. MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyways…after this, we went to Spitalfields market, where I had some amazing butter chicken and naan bread. Most of the group went out to see shows, but I took the time to get some much needed rest and wash my socks and such in the sink…fun things happening over here, folks. I’m a real riot.

rip princes in the tower, you would’ve loved fortnite

 “I am come hither to die…”

While I am not sure how credible this number is, Movement Strategies states that an estimated 3 million people come to visit the Tower of London every year. Meaning, roughly 8 thousand tourists, historians, school children, and locals come to walk through this historic site each day. The question is why though? For some, the Tower of London is the place with the pretty jewels; others come for the weapons and torture chambers. For most, including myself, we come for the ability it has to transport us through British history. 

During my tour of the Tower of London, there was one historical person that I found the most compelling: Lady Jane Grey. Lady Jane Grey is one of my favorite historical figures. According to Historic Royal Places, Lady Jane Grey was born in 1537 to Lady Frances and Henry Grey, 3rd Marquess of Dorset. She became a favored successor to the throne during the rule of her cousin Edward VI. This was controversial because it came as a result of the disinheritance of his sisters, Mary and Elizabeth, so that the throne would pass to a male Protestant. So, after the death of Edward VI, she was crowned queen. Her reign was cut short. Her cousin Mary overthrew Lady Jane, had her and her husband imprisoned, and she was eventually put to death at the tower. Lady Jane died at just 17 years old. To this day, her reign remains the shortest in British history. 

By far, my favorite actual exhibit was the Bloody Tower. My personal tour guide, aka Merritt, was adamant we go and see it because it is her favorite. It is an animated story that follows the story of Edward V and his younger brother, Richard. The two young boys disappeared after their uncle King Richard III. It is rumored that it was their uncle that killed the boys, but there is no conclusive evidence. However, the rumors were large enough to have the tower renamed.

Very fun, super cool, amazing time!

Crowns, Ghosts, and a Queen’s Last Breath: The Tower of London

As I walked into the Tower of London, it felt like I was walking back in time. I was so excited to read, see, and learn about all the coronations, executions, betrayals, and secrets that unfolded within the tower’s walls. My absolute favorite part of everything I saw was the Crown Jewels exhibit. Obviously, I have heard about the crown jewels, but seeing them in person was absolutely amazing. As a little girl, I have always been obsessed with princesses, princes, queens, and kings, so being able to see actual crowns and other garments and jewelry that the royal family has worn before was a dream come true for my younger self.

The Crown Jewels aren’t just beautiful; they also have so much history behind them and are symbols of power and tradition. Each piece, from the Imperial State Crown to the Sovereign’s Sceptre with Cross, is breathtaking. The size of the diamonds and gemstones almost didn’t feel real. It was so pretty that I times I was thought this can’t be real, but I had to remind myself that they were and that it is just how amazing it is. I loved learning about the history of the crown jewels and how some were melted during the English Civil War. What struck me most was not just the glitter and shine, but the meaning behind it all. These items are still used in royal ceremonies today. That connection between past and present centuries of monarchs being crowned with the same pieces made me realize just how much Britain values tradition and symbolism. 

After being amazed by the jewels, I explored more of the Tower and found myself pulled into its darker side. The execution site of Anne Boleyn, marked with a simple memorial, stuck with me in a completely different way. She was executed here in 1536, accused of crimes she likely didn’t commit. Standing near the spot where she lost her life was a unique experience. It reminded me that the same monarchy that crowns with diamonds also took the lives of many when power was threatened. It is crazy to me to think how Anne Boleyn would have felt in that moment right before her life was taken, and how it must have been leading up to it. It is so sad to learn about her and her death, and even crazier to be able to walk to that spot as well. Her memorial was very simple and pretty, especially with the flowers surrounding it set down by people. Another one of my favorite parts of learning the dark history of the tower is when we stepped into the Bloody Tower, where the mystery of the two missing princes still lingers. It’s one thing to read and learn about it; it’s another to stand in the room where they were last seen. It gave me a spooky and uneasy feeling knowing that this was the room where they disappeared. That moment made the brutal side of royal history feel close and real. Finally, after seeing both the Crown Jewels and the darker corners of the Tower, it made me realize how complicated British history is, a strange mix of tradition and power struggles. Overall, I loved learning about the Tower of London and everything it has to show me. 

Crowns and Jewels and Polar Bears… oh my!

Before I tell you about my experience at the Tower of London, I need to give a couple disclaimers about myself. First, I knew very little about British culture and history before coming on this trip. I know, I know, Shawn gave us that whole series of lectures last week about British culture and history. I promise I paid attention. But a lot of the information didn’t totally stick. So I was coming into the Tower of London absolutely blind. Second, I love museums. I love them. Truly. But I do not stop and read every single little plaque that is in front of all of the things on display. I wish I could. I respect people that can. But I simply cannot. I will read the things that interest me, but my attention span is too short, and my patience is too thin to read every single thing. So, as you can imagine I probably missed some of the information that the Tower of London Museum had to offer. I still got a lot of information. But if you are looking for a scholarly account of the historical and cultural information presented at the Tower of London, this is not your blog post babes, and I will see you in the next one.

Okay, enough disclaimers. The Tower of London was just absolutely stunning. I loved the architecture of the museum. I felt like I had been truly transported back in time. Luckily, when we went it was a gorgeous day, which also meant unfortunately there were LOADS of people looking to discover all that the Tower of London had to offer. First, we got to see the Crown Jewels. And yes… they were stunning. Stuntina as I called them. It was actually crazy to get to see them in real life. I will say… it was kind of off putting when you learned about where the Royals got the Jewels (thank you imperialism). I also went into this entire museum experience knowing that it was going to be a very Pro-Royal museum. It felt like the equivalent of an American History Museum. Very “Go Royals!”, “Save the Monarchy!”, and “We’ve never done anything wrong!” vibes which, is obviously not true. Needless to say, I took everything with a grain of salt.

I would say that my favorite exhibit was probably the exhibit where they talked about all of the exotic animals that used to be kept within the Tower of London walls. I had no clue that the Kings and Queens of the past used to bring Polar Bears, Lions, Snakes, Elephants, and even Monkeys to London. This display of the animals was used as a sign of wealth for the Royals. And when the Tower of London opened as a tourist attraction, they let tourists roam and pet these exotic animals. As you can imagine, this did not end well, and the animals were then placed in the London Zoo.

One of the other fascinating and also unsettling things that the Tower of London had an exhibit on was the deep history of torture and imprisonment that took place in the Tower. Which, first of all… insane. Second of all, was a little off putting to be in the rooms learning about these people who would often spend years and years in these towers being tortured or imprisoned. There was an exibit where you climbed to the top of this tower and there was a short film that was being played about the disappearance and probable murder of Prince Edward V, and his younger brother Prince Richard. I had no idea about this British mystery and was fascinated by the exhibit. If you have a chance, I highly recommend you look into it.

I finished the day at the Tower by walking along the Moat floor, which is now covered in beautiful flowers. Which of course, caused for a lovely photo op. I can’t believe we’ve only been here four days… I’m having an absolute blast.

-R

c’mon miss jewels!
frolicking in the garden 🙂
bonus Claire and Reece at the Tower Bridge picture!

Royal Beasts and Torture Tower

I am quite the history nerd, so a trip to the Tower of London was something I had been anticipating. Especially because this is a part of history where my knowledge is pretty vague. I knew the basics about the Tower of London. It’s iconic, it’s where the Crown Jewels are, it’s where Anne Boleyn was imprisoned and executed, and it was built by William the Conqueror. I was excited to use my time there as a deep dive and immerse myself in the history.

We first toured the Palace exhibits, the ravens, the medieval palace, the tour in World War I and Royal Beasts. First, I am not the biggest fan of birds, in fact they are quite scary and vicious creatures and I prefer to stay far away from them. So walking along the tops of the castle walls between exhibits that are populated with menacing looking ravens was not my idea of a good time. But I am happy to tell you that no Claires or ravens were harmed in these events.

One of the exhibits I found the most interesting was the Royal Beasts exhibit. I had never considered where the stereotype of wealthy people owning exotic animals came from, but I do believe I found it! For over 600 years the monarchy kept exotic animals (monkeys, tigers, lions, elephants, snakes, zebras, alligators, kangaroos, and bears) at the Tower of London. I was shocked by the exhibit as it was something that I had never known and was curious how it was even possible, like what are the logistics of getting a polar bear to Henry III. How do you keep these exotic animals alive without the technology that zoos have today to be able to create the appropriate environments for them? The reality is… you don’t. Without modern day research of these animals and their habitats, it was impossible for them to know how to take care of them properly so most of these animals suffered. There was a story about an ostrich who died because the “handlers” were feeding him nails because they were thought to eat iron. There were also animals that were solely brought to the tower to be put in arenas with the lions to watch the lions tear them apart for entertainment. I’m not one who enjoys learning about the mistreatment of animals, so I tried to find some of the wholesome fun facts.

Henry III is responsible for the creation of the Royal Menagerie. He was gifted 3 leopards by Holy Roman Emporer Frederick II in 1235 and thus begins his fascination with owning exotic animals. He was given a polar bear from the King of Norway in 1252. He was rather obsessed with his bear and made several edicts surrounding the keeping of the bear. He didn’t realize the expense and the dedication for taking care of the bear so he declared the Sheriffs of London were now responsible for the bear. They were ordered to pay fourpence a day for the bear’s care and they had to house and clothe the Norwegian handler that came with him. Later on, Henry was still concerned the bear wasn’t being looked after appropriately so he ordered a muzzle and a leash be created for him so he could be walked outside of the tower grounds. He changed the law so he was able to let him swim and fish in the Thames. He continued to add to the Menagerie, he was later gifted an elephant that he ordered be given red wine as a treat. I like to believe that he genuinely loved these animals and appreciated their beauty and majesty. But unfortunately, I think the reality is they were quite a symbol of wealth and power.

The monarchy continues to add to the Royal Menagerie until 1831 when most of the animals there were moved to the London Zoo after it’s creation in 1828.

Crowns and Ravens and Murders, Oh My!

The London adventures continue, this time at the Tower of London! Coming up to the Tower was truly like going back in time. The first landmark we came across, before even entering the Tower itself, was the London Wall. This wall dates back to the Roman city of Londinium and is estimated to have been built around 200 CE. Seeing something that was built nearly two thousand years ago that still (partially) stands to this day is an incredible reminder of just how much humans have accomplished throughout our history. As someone who loves to look to the cosmos (in both an academic and spiritual way), I often think of how humanity is really a blip in the history of the universe. However, being confronted firsthand with something that has withstood so many wars, rulers, and lifetimes truly reminded me of just how much humanity has done in the relatively short time we have existed. Claire and I even touched the wall! It felt a bit scandalous; we are both avid museum-goers, so touching it felt almost like we were breaking a rule.

Once inside the Tower of London we hightailed it to the Crown Jewels. There was practically no line, which is a very uncommon occurrence. Inside the Jewel House no photographs are allowed. I’m curious as to why – my best guess is that the only media in which they want these historical and precious items to be shown is that directly from royals and officials. Either way, these crowns and scepters are beautifully adorned and preserved. My main thought as we passed the crown jewels – which you do on a slowly moving walkway put in to keep people from standing and staring too long – was God these people are RICH! Obviously when one thinks of kings and queens it is assumed that they are incredibly wealthy, but it was insane to be confronted face to face with just how much they have.

One of my favorite parts of the Tower was the Royal Beasts exhibition. This detailed the menagerie of animals that were kept within the tower walls for over 600 years. These animals ranged from polar bears to snakes to monkeys to tigers! My favorite fun fact in this exhibit was that the snakes were kept on a stove after being fed to keep warm. There were also beautiful statues of many of the animals, which appeared to be covered in chainmail – I assume this is a commentary on their captivity. The only live animal we saw was a raven, who perched and posed for photos very professionally. These ravens – of which there are six – are considered to be the guardians of the Tower, and it is said that if they were to ever leave then both the kingdom and the Tower would fall.

The next exhibit we hit was the Torture at the Tower exhibition that detailed many of the torture cases recorded to have happened within the Tower walls. Interestingly, only 48 people are known to have been tortured. While a seemingly large number, it is relatively low considering how long this place has existed and how many prisoners passed through its walls.

My favorite exhibit was definitely the Bloody Tower. Within this exhibit I learned the story of the Princes in the Tower. These two princes were born to Edward IV and Elizabeth Woodville in the 1470s. The eldest was Edward V, who was in line to be king, and his younger brother, the only other boy, was Richard. After Edward IV’s untimely passing, his brother Richard III (I know, two sets of brothers with the same names; talk about confusing!) took the crown for himself. Both young Edward V and Richard went to live in the Tower and disappeared in 1483. Their fate still remains unknown, though the two sets of bones belonging to young boys that were discovered in 1647 seem like pretty damning evidence of foul play. Though we may never know the truth, I believe that Richard III either ordered for these boys to be killed or killed them himself in order to keep the crown.

A bit of a bummer note to end this blog post on, I know, but look at these pictures to cheer yourself back up!

The Tower of London

Going to the tower of london I was really not sure what to expect. I knew that it was the home of the crown jewels but besides that I was going in blind. Upon reaching it I was very surprised to realize that it was in fact not a tower, and instead a very large castle.

The first exhibit we went through was the crown jewels, and while it was still very interesting, it was my least favorite of the exhibits that I saw. The crowns themselves were very interesting, and I enjoyed being able to see their intricate design up close, but many of the other things on display I did not find as interesting. The style of many of the items used by royals and those around them seemed very noisy and over designed in my opinion, appearing somewhat gaudy to me. With that being said there were some items I feel like this style worked well on, specifically the dishes and serving devices. My favorite of these was the royal punch bowl, which was said to have been able to hold over 400 bottles of wine and was used by the royals for special ceremonies.

The exhibits that I thought were the most interesting were the royal animals exhibit, the minting exhibit, and the white tower. The royal animals exhibit explained how over the years many royals were given exotic animals as extravagant gifts, and as a result the tower of london had been home to animals like monkeys, polar bears, and lions. The treatment of these animals was very poor, including encouraging fighting and giving cigarettes to the monkeys. Luckily the remainder of these animals were transferred to the London Zoo, and were able to be better cared for. Around the tower they had statues of some of the animals formerly held there made out of a metal mesh which were very beautiful, and trying to find them all was a fun activity to do while walking between exhibits.

The Minting press intrigued me with its focus on the methods and tools used in the old coin production process. They had replicas of money of the tools that you could handle to get a feel for how the process used to work. There I also learned that for a time Isaac Newton was the warden for the Royal Mint, which I was very surprised by as I had always assumed that his contributions in life were purely scientific. While not a strictly scientific pursuit, Newton did still use his knowledge of science to catch counterfeit coins.

While both of these exhibits were very interesting, by far my favorite was the white tower, which primarily showcased historical armors and weapons. There was a display called the giant and the dwarf which showcased an extremely tall and a very short suit of armor. Despite the name, researchers now believe that smaller armor was designed for a prince while they were a child, and the large armor was more of a ceremonial gift. Among the weaponry my favorites were the weapons that attempted to incorporate the technology of the time, even if unsuccessfully. Soon after guns started to become more developed, it seems that engineers of the time attempted to merge guns with a wide range of other weaponry to varying degrees of success. There were gun shields, gun maces, and a gun axe that while not all entirely practical had very interesting designs.

Along with the exhibits about the tower as a fortress and castle, there were ones discussing its role as a prison. One of the most famous prisoners in the tower was Anne Boleyn, one of King Henry the eighth wives. After being unable to produce a male offspring, Anne was accused of adultary and incest, with these accusations landing her in prison over fear that the rumors would endanger the kings life. She was executed for this, and in the tower today there is a statue consisting of a carved pillow that was believed to be the location of Anne Boleyn’s beheading.

Despite that slightly melancholy note the trip overall was very fun. it was a nice day out and while there were plenty of people about it did not feel too crowded.

May 19-21: Moving, Moved, and Motive

Getting to London was more difficult than expected. Storms reigned over every leg of the journey一be they literal, psychological, or emotional. This was for the best, though: by defeating those unavoidable hardships, I felt like I could survive almost anything London might throw at me. In the coach to the Royal National Hotel, I saw a sunbow shining from above, heralding the end of particularly hard times.

Birds, unable to fly, eat some bread instead.
“freakin eldritch thanks !!” – Goodwin Reed

From there, memories get a bit… hectic. I remember temporally linked textures and sounds more than any individual visual composition. The hotel was… soft, at first, but with crisp lines cutting into the edges of my tenuous mental state. Eventually, I entered The Rollercoaster: Excitement! “I’m in London! Let’s get the room all sorted out and put away my things and talk and prepare and一…and I’m drifting  in and out. But I have to move, I have to… to go somewhere, right? Oh yeah. The Tube. I guess…一

In a haze of images I felt more than saw, I traversed the tube station like a little duckling trailing the adult in the room. This wasn’t the empowering experience taking the tube would later become; it was a reminder of the limitations of any individual human. I was struck by how vigorous the ride was. Its body shaking and wheels shrieking, the tube train works tirelessly back and forth, day in and day out. The sheer scope of stress the tube is under terrifies me. The hours of work put into making the tube were what my sleepless mind tried to grapple with as we made our way towards Seven Dials Market.

Dinner was delicious. I chose a meal within my palette’s comfort zone: mac & cheese. Every meal shared is special, but sitting down and eating that mac, in good company all around, felt uniquely like letting out a long-held breath. Already I was finding the most mundane of meals back home to be an ecstatic little treat in my new setting.

I was in and out of consciousness while watching The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie. During intermission I got confirmation from the rest of the Baltimore Eleven that I wasn’t the only one. We all felt the mild shame and anxiety that comes with committing a social faux-pas, even if none but us likely noticed. That tired state also made interpreting my own emotions during the viewing experience harder to parse. Was I crying so much because I was moved? Or did I just lack sleep? Both are true. Even remembering some moments as I write this makes me tear up. I would speak more on the play, but I made a promise 😉

Stepping outside of St. Martin’s Theatre, I immediately began to shiver. London’s air imparted a different kind of chill, a new uncomfortable experience exacerbated by my poor choice of clothing一lesson learned. While an immediate blast of cool air on wicking tights might wake one up for a few moments, the alertness was gone by the time we reached the tube station.

On the return trip from our first day exploring London, I focused on my fellow passengers. It was a slow evening, but even within a small sample size the crowd was eclectic. In my sleepless state I bet I was staring a bit too hard, but I couldn’t stop myself from inspecting their eyes. I saw green eyes and wrinkle lines, downcast expressions and driven attitudes. I saw frustration with others and peace with oneself. I looked at my own eyes in the dark reflection of the tube train’s wide windows, and saw at first only tired eyes. Then I saw sad eyes, an echo of the evening’s show. Eventually, I saw excited eyes一crinkled from squinting to get a better look一expecting great things from an adventure as yet untold.

soo what if I stay here and don’t come back?

LONDON!!! I am beyond stoked to be here. As someone with a low-income background, I’ve never thought that this kind of opportunity was meant for me. I feel out of my element in more ways than one. Regardless, I am here, and ready to learn :))

Unfortunately, I was entirely too sleep deprived to even comprehend my first time on the tube. I hardly slept on the flight from Baltimore to London; rather I was thrown in between states of consciousness and ““sleep”” like a ragdoll being violently thrown about at the mercy of a mysteriously sticky toddler. Yes I’m relating an international flight to a mysteriously sticky toddler. No I’m not overreacting why would you say that. Genuinely though, this has been a really delightful experience, and even the “negative” experiences have value!

Anyway, on my SECOND day taking the tube I was able to form actual thoughts and opinions! Yay!! It seems to be a little similar to the transit in Chicago, and I’ve been able to translate my experiences with Chicago’s trains to the transit here in London. Which I am incredibly grateful for, as I was expecting to be wildly uncomfortable and anxious navigating the tube. The most notable aspect of London –and one that I initially noticed in the tube– is the diversity. I know that seems like a rather obvious statement, but it’s so refreshing compared to, say, Mount Ida Arkansas (where I grew up). The vastly different nationalities around are unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I have to say, I am in love. 

I’m mostly hoping to make a lot of art on this trip, and learn a lot about art as well!! I’d like to make it a goal to include some of the things I create in every blog, just so I have a way to keep myself accountable for generating content 🙂 Alright, photo dump time!

Tucker in London! (and also The Underground)

It is fair to say that the beginning of our trip defied expectations. After a tragic split in our party, I ended up being in a group of seven who made it onto a plane departing from Texas. We flew out Monday night, crossed the sea, and arrived on Tuesday, around 2 PM, at the home of fish & chips, Monty Python, and Benedict Cumberbatch: England.

More specifically, London. The first few hours were a blur of gates, hallways, baggage, and customs that eventually led us to meeting up with the eighth member of the “The First Londoners”. With her help we headed for the area that is the main subject of this post.

“Way down under the ground”

My first ride on the Tube was really quite uneventful. We entered first from Heathrow station. The simplicity of the station was somewhat of a marvel. My only other experiences with long distance rapid transit railway systems were from trips to New York City. Though my memories with it are hazier, The New York City Subway seems to have given my family and I a few more headaches than London’s Underground have thus far. There’s still time I suppose.

The train rides I’ve had thus far have gone without incident. My first journey from the airport to our hotel was a long one, but also a quiet one. Along the way, we passed above ground a few times outside of the metropolitan area. A specific moment I recall is passing by an array of vaguely suburban houses. With this surely ordinary neighborhood, the first thing that came to mind was that it was just so distinctly British. Shocking, I know. But to me, it was truly the first sign that I was quite a ways away from home.

The rest of the ride was quite incident free. And outside of an unfortunate trek up a staircase with wheeled baggage, our group was able to leave the station without any real trouble at all. That description could largely be used to fit every journey on the Tube I’ve had since then: an easy ride from station to station with the unfortunate addition of stairs by the few foolish architects without the proper wit to have chosen to be born in the age of escalators. Additionally, we received oyster cards which allow us to tap in and out at any stations within our zones with ease. Honestly, the Tube has been just about the easiest and simplest part of the Theatre in London trip thus far.

Speaking of, of my freaking gosh, we’re in London! With the tube as our main mode of travel, our group has had quite the introduction to this city. The First Londoners’ experience was a slow and easy one, having dinner at the hotel, then going our separate little ways until finally we were able to reunite with the rest of our group. With our full group, we hit the ground running, eating at Seven Dials market and watching The Mousetrap, the longest-running play in the world. The play was wonderfully funny, dramatic, and immersive and the twist was delightful. The production was perfect and with it, I felt like I truly got a taste in full of what West End theatre can look like.

The next day we took our first true tour of the city, being introduced by Shawn to the many wonderful pieces of architecture, history, and culture that the city is so full of. Eventually we split off into our little groups. Me and the crew I had the pleasure of joining drank boba, returned to Seven Dials, and ended our evening by seeing Les Misérables. I cried a lot. Seeing a favorite play of mine done to such a fantastic degree truly has made me so excited for what the rest of this trip will bring.

Closing out my first blog post, I just feel so thankful and excited. Thankful for the people that pushed me to make sure I could come here and so excited to grow as a member of the theatre community. But before I go, I have to introduce my partner in crime on this trip.

This is Squirt Asteroid-Destroyer. 

Like me, Squirt holds a deep affection for art and adventure. His previous caretaker gifted him to me to guard my harmonica case back home, but now, we guard each other on our righteous grand quest. Throughout my trip, I will continue to update you all on his journey throughout London as it mirrors my own. Also, he is very cute and gives me an excuse to take pictures! Here’s some now: