Travel Blogs from London
Norte Dame was huge, and the kids climbed the bell tower and were up there when the bells chimed. Tomika and I sat through noon mass in Latin , she has blisters on her feet and boots on. We keep telling her to wear her tennis shoes, and how to tend to her blisters but to no avail. The pictures are of Justin outside Arc de Thrimph, a stained glass window, and the front of Notre-dame
... London up close from the bus and then with an overview from the Eye.
Tonight we went to a musical at the Apollo Victoria theatre located not far from Buckingham Palace. The theatre was larger than we expected. We had heard that there were a number of smaller theatres in London, but the Apollo was a good size.
We caught the bus back to our hotel and retired for the night. Writing this reminds us of the bus trip to the theatre from our hotel near Tottingham ...
... with my umbrella. With no map to guide me I kept checking the frequently occurring city maps along the way. Eventually I got to the point were, according to the map, I was at London bridge, but there was no big drawbridge. So I kept walking. Came to discover that " London Bridge" is just a normal bridge, "Tower Bridge" is the iconic bridge everyone knows, and the one I was looking for. Finally found it, took lots of pictures and even walked across it. On the other side you have ...
... doing my personal work with so much grace. I made it to the hill via an oak lined dirt road that became progressively mossier and mossier until the bottom 10 feet of all the spiraling twisted and overhanging oaks were covered with furry green. At the top of the hill was such a sight of blue bells in full bloom under a short 8 ft canopy of lichen and moss covered trees and bushes covered in white blossoms with rows of massive and over turning oaks ...
... turned a corner. I was really feeling bad about dragging Paul out this far, and nervous about where the heck I was actually going to end up. Then, on the corner, a living room was illuminated. “I think this is it,” whispered Paul. I looked in the window and saw a woman I vaguely recognized from photographs as my cousin’s wife. Paul knocked on the door, dropped off my luggage and scampered back to the car. There was no answer. I ...
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Historical Traveler Reviews Park Hotel London
My brother reserved a room for 2 nights at Park hotel, got a room after 11 hours flight, he unpacked, was told he had to move to another room, and then told he had to walk to another hovel instead, he was exhausted, had to carry 3 items of luggage in a freezing cold day. The second hotel, ( --- ) which he had to find is utterly disgraceful, has threadbare carpets throughout, no lift, no heating, broken window pane, space for one bed, toilet lid does not stay up as handbasin in the way, no doorhandle,used soap, no room number, smells awful, broken tv set and only cornflakes for breakfast. After surviving a very uncomfortable night in a tiniest room, wearing his winter coat for warmth,he complained to staff, they put a mobile heater in his room, stick some tape over the hole on the window, and gave him Â£5 refund. I had a look at his room and was disgusted, worse than a prison cell. Please don't go to Corbigoe hotel in Belgrave road near Pimlico.
Date of stay Jan. 16, 2004 This hotel is one of several tiny B&B hotels on the street. I arrived on an early flight and got to the hotel several hours before check -in time but was treated to a cup of coffee while they got a room ready. The property is currently undergoing refurbishment and some rooms were not available. My single had been freshly painted with a new mattress, boxspring, carpet and TV. The bed took up most of the room. I travel out of my suitcase so it didn't bother me that there was no closet, drawers or shelf space but that could be a problem to some guests. The bathroom was a prefabricated unit with shower, toilet, and sink. I had pleny of heat and hot water .
I would rather sleep on a park bench than stay at this hotel!!