Well, hello readers! Today was a day that I had been looking forward to basically since we got our itinerary. We had our second class session! I just loved sitting in a stuffy classroom with London's adventures awaiting me right outside.
Okay, okay. So class wasn't that bad, but it wasn't what I had been looking forward to. We got to take a tour of the BBC! A couple of my favorite shows are made by the BBC, so I was super excited to get a look behind the scenes. We walked inside and I was greeted by this:
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Well, helllooooo Matt Smith! |
Before the tour started we took pictures with some of the Doctor Who props around the waiting area.
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Daleks: Man's best friend. |
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David? Matt? You in there? |
For the tour, they showed us the newsroom, and a few people on our tour got to do a news broadcast. They also showed us the room they film The One Show, and we got to sit on the green couch they sit on for the program. Then they took us to a radio drama production studio, where various people on the tour got to act and make sound effects for a short radio drama. There was an adorable old man who played the narrator/butler and he did such a good job, there's no way he's never done radio before. He was perfect for the part, and I wish I had a video of him, but I don't. So you'll just have to imagine this one for yourselves.
After the tour, a few of us headed to Baker Street, to find the infamous Basil. Unfortunately, the detective mouse was nowhere to be seen, but we did find another familiar face while we were there.
Baker Street is an awesome place to visit if you love Sherlock Holmes. Even the tube station is decorated with silhouettes of his face and statues.
When we made it to 221b Baker Street, there was a huge queue to get into the Sherlock Holmes Museum, so we checked out the gift shop. It was a pretty neat shop, complete with all of the Sherlock Holmes accessories you could imagine.
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Like deerstalkers |
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Pipes |
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And, of course, lollipops |
The museum itself was situated at 221b Baker Street, and was set to look like Sherlock and Watson's flat. It had so many little details, which made for an awesome experience. We first visited Sherlock's room:
And then his study:
Then we made our way to Watson's room:
And Mrs. Hudson's room:
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Don't ask me why she has a bronze bust of Sherlock Holmes in her room. |
There was an adorable bulletin board with messages people had written to Sherlock.
Then they had a whole floor of wax figures. When I walked into the first room, there were figures from various stories in the series, and I totally freaked out. I thought they were real people.
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Moriarty. I prefer the Andrew Scott version. Did you miss me? |
Outside the museum there was a cute little restaurant in honor of Mrs. Hudson. We didn't go in to try it, but it looked like a fun place to visit.
Afterwards, my flatmates and I went to Nando's and shared a whole chicken. And it was delicious. But Phil wasn't there, so it wasn't quite as delicious as the last time I went.
Well, I'm going to have to say goodbye to London for just a few days as we journey out to Paris. I won't be able to blog while I'm there, so you'll just have to wait until the weekend is over to read what I've been up to. I know the anticipation is killing you.
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