When I was in London I did not:
- Visit either of the Tate Galleries, the British Museum, the Royal Academy, Hampton Court, Buckingham Palace, or the Globe Theatre; not to mention any of London’s many tony – and trendy – art galleries.
- Shop for clothing (for me that is), cosmetics, or jewelry.
- Drink beer in a pub, sip Cosmopolitans in a bar that anyone would call a “hot spot,” or consume much alcohol at all for that matter
- Attend a sung service at Saint Paul’s Cathedral, home of one of the more famous choirs in the Anglican Church.
- Take strolls through Kensington, Mayfair, or any other fashionable neighborhoods with great stores.
But I was not idle while in London. I did not sit around, too tired to get out of the house (although some days it would have been a nice excuse). There is yet another list of things I did accomplish. During my four weeks in London I:
- Visited the London Transport Museum – home to antique trams, buses, taxis, and subway cars, not to mention an extensive collection of toy trains to play with. Not once. Not twice. Three times.
- Shopped for footed pajamas, puzzles, blocks, and board books.
- Drank hot chocolate in small paper cups at the drop-in playgroup in the park where I rubbed elbows with Ukrainian au pairs sporting red stiletto fingernails and mothers wearing Burberry coats.
- Attended two services at the grim church in our neighborhood where the choir consisted of three women and where the hymnals included words but not music.
- Took long bus rides along the High Street watching the street markets, pawn shops, pubs, and mosques roll past as I fed Tommy crackers and raisins.
And it got me thinking – I could probably make a whole host of lists like this. What about you? Any comparisons of your own to make about pre- and post-children trips?