We got up early-ish (7:30, better than for school but still early considering how late we'd been up the night before), had breakfast and made our lunch and dinner for the day (sandwiches!) and set out straight for King's Cross to take the Tube out to Buckingham Palace (the stop was at Green Park and we walked from there). We were given about half an hour free, so after we got the iconic images we messed around for a good bit and took pictures of each other. By some fluke (which might have been planned), we managed to catch the ceremony for the changing of the guards, and I got some pretty good pictures since I sprinted out to the railing before the crowds could get there (and it turned out that most of the crowds were on the other side of the square, anyway). After the first of many group photos, we left on a long walk through Hyde Park and the Kensington Gardens, where we had lunch and fed the squirrels. The squirrels were utterly fearless-- they would eat right out of our hands. They were all also quite remarkably fat.
We spent an hour at the Victoria and Albert Museum, which was hardly sufficient time to even see just the theater gallery, but still wonderful all the same. It's a beautifully constructed museum, one of the most beautiful I've been to, and the exhibits are very artfully displayed. I'd like to go back, if I get the chance (a recurring theme, as you'll see).
At around four we went to the Lycee Charles de Gaulle to meet a group of French drama students much like ourselves, except that they lived and studied in London. We performed little pieces of our scenes from Monday evening and they did likewise (they'd had a performance on the Friday of the week before that we were supposed to have gone to, except that we had to postpone the trip a week because there weren't any openings for 37 people at the hostel). They were pleasant enough, and it was interesting to hear one of the teachers talk about the differences between the English and French systems of education-- a lot of the things he pointed out were things I had noticed myself. Certainly, there are ups and downs to both systems-- the capacity to specialize earlier in the French system, the ability to have courses like math and languages more often in the American one, for example. There are reforms going through now to make the French system more like the American one, and I think that would be a real shame if that were to pass, since the French do certain things much better than we do (although I'll say the same is true the other way around). I think there's a happy balance that could be struck.
After that, we took the Tube out to the Lyceum Theater to see the Lion King, and I finally heard the 'Mind the gap' announcement over the intercom for the first time. I was the only one that was thrilled by this-- the French students didn't get what was so interesting about it and the rest of the passengers were, of course, British, so I was basically looking like a total idiot smiling and giggling by myself. I don't think it would have been half so funny if I hadn't been so tired, but still. Anyway, the performance was absolutely magnificent-- I've been hearing half my life how amazing the musical of the Lion King is and was never really quite sure whether or not to believe the hype, but in this case it actually is true. The costumes in particular were just incredible-- my favorites were Zazu and Rafiki (Zazu was a man in a suit with a puppet bird, with his face painted fantastically in black and white; Rafiki also had her face painted magnificently and was wearing shaman's dress more or less with a large target-type thing over her rear for the baboon's butt-- one of the most amazing mixes of ridiculousness and beauty I've ever seen). You could tell that the dancers had really studied the movements of the animals and incorporated it into the choreography. The only thing that was really weird for me was that all the actors had really strong accents-- it didn't bother me in Zazu and Scar's cases since they have accents in the original, but the rest of them were just strange for me. The hyenas in particular-- Shenzi had a really, really strong Scottish accent, which was just too much of a 180 from the original for my poor language-fried brain to stand... It was a general hit with the French students, although none of the songs were repeated quite so often as 'You Can't Stop the Beat' (as I said, they're -still- singing that one).
We got back to the hostel around ten-thirty/eleven, and went to bed after conversations until about midnight.
Thursday:
We got up at more or less the same time, with the same shower/sandwich/Tube routine. We spent the morning at Covent Garden shopping. We had to stay in groups, and the first shop that I was dragged into (literally) was the Disney Store. All the French students loved the things like that, Starbucks (where I think I went at least three or four times while I was in London, though I only got coffee twice), and Build-a-Bear (where around a third of the thirty-four students made a stuffed animal), and it was strange for me-- I've been surrounded by these things all my life, so I would never think of going to them on a trip to London, but for them these were all pretty special treats. It was interesting to think about. Once we left these stores, I once again confirmed the general rule that I should not be set loose in a marketplace with a full wallet, but about half of what I spent (amount classified) was on gifts for other people, so does that improve things, slightly?
At Covent Garden we also had authentic fish and chips at an authentic London dive, which was fabulous. Whether it was actually that good or if we were just too eager for a change from sandwiches, I'm still not sure.
In the afternoon we set out for the river Thames, where we took a boat up and down to see some of the famous sights (the London Eye, Westminster Abbey, several bridges, a few monuments and museums, etc). The tour guide was quite funny, and I ended up having to translate a lot of the jokes when my classmates asked me why I was laughing so much. We got off in front of the Globe and walked the short distance to the Tate. Unfortunately, we only arrived in time to use the restrooms there and see one room before closing time. We spent the rest of the time out on the steps of the Globe, eating dinner (guess what it was!) and waiting for the gates to open so we could get good spots next to the stage. Since we were in line first, we were right up against the center of the stage-- I was literally leaning against it for about half the show, and had to take my elbows down when the actors got too close (during swordfights and such).
The play we saw was Romeo and Juliet, and it was extremely well done: the actor who played Mercutio was particularly impressive (his talent was such that even the solely French-speaking students and teachers remarked on him afterwards). The Nurse and Lord Capulet were also very well-portrayed. By contrast, Romeo and Juliet in particular I found rather weak in comparison (her soliloquy just before taking the poison was not convincing at all), but it didn't diminish my enjoyment of the play any. It was amazing to experience theater like this, in a way so similar to how Shakespeare originally envisioned it. I think it was one of my favorite parts of the whole trip-- I was so enthralled that I didn't notice how badly my feet were hurting after a day of walking all around the city and standing still for three hours straight until intermission and then when we left-- the French students were not quite as enthusiastic. About half left during intermission and spent the rest of the time talking and smoking outside, but honestly, I don't blame them-- it wouldn't be fun to watch a play you don't understand when your feet are aching and you're tired and ready to go back to the hostel and sleep. We still had to walk a good bit to get back, though we did take the Tube most of the way; I think everyone was grateful to go to bed after such a long day.
Friday:
We started out the day by going out to Trafalgar Square and the National Art Gallery. I really enjoyed the museum; I spent so much time poring over some of the paintings and reading all the little information cards with background on the artists and the specific pictures that my friends abandoned me after about half an hour and I suddenly found myself alone. I still enjoyed myself in any case-- I especially loved the portraits by Cezanne and the paintings by Van Gogh. There was also an interesting exhibition on Picasso's engravings (which I didn't even know existed). I also saw the Rokeby Venus and a few other paintings by Velasquez and got lost three times looking for the gallery with Leonardo da Vinci's paintings, only to find that half of them had been taken down for restoration. I didn't mind, though; museums are some of the better places you can get lost in.
In the afternoon we had lunch in St. James Park (three guesses what it was) and took a long walk through the City of Westminster to see the important monuments there (Downing Street, Westminster Abbey, Big Ben, etc). My camera died shortly after getting pictures of Big Ben, so I didn't get any pictures of my first impressions of Picadilly Circus (where we went after a break for ice cream in St. James Park in the late afternoon). Despite never having been to New York, the place reminded me of Times Square. During the free time we had there, I ended up going to Starbucks with my friends (though I didn't get anything), as well as several souvenir shops where, to my delight, I found a shirt that said 'Mind the Gap' on it.
At five we went to the Picadilly Theater to see 'Grease,' which unfortunately wasn't very good-- even apart from being not at all the type of thing I enjoy in terms of storyline, the actors had no talent whatsoever and the leads were exceptionally poorly chosen. And it wasn't just me who thought this-- pretty much everyone agreed at the end that it was bad. I guess you can't win them all.
We spent another couple of hours at Picadilly Circus after the show, where, after a twenty-minute discussion of what we were going to do as a group, I ended up going to Starbucks again with my friends (and this time I split a caramel hot chocolate with Laurene). Funnily enough, the people who decided that we were going to Starbucks and were the most vehement that we all do something together (and thus took twenty minutes deciding on what we were going to do) were the first to leave without any explanation and without telling us where we were going so that we could stay together.
I love teenagers. I really do.
Saturday:
We took the Tube out to Picadilly Circus and spent most of the morning there and on Oxford Street. I considered getting new earphones for my Ipod (which had broken our first day in London) at the Mac store on Oxford Street, but decided not to when I saw the price (20 pounds-- 40 dollars. No way. I waited until I got back to Tours and I found some at the Fnac for a quarter of the price). There was one clothing store on Oxford Street that was really popular with a lot of the students-- I think about a third of them had bought something and were carrying the bags with them when we met up for lunch. I wish I could remember which one it was, because it was funny, all of them with these gigantic brown bags... We met up in Leicester Square and ate at Burger King (you read that right; I wish I were kidding), and it was the first time I'd had fast food in nearly six years. Normally I'd refuse on principle, but in the context it seemed too bratty to do so, and I figured since it wasn't me buying it, it wasn't really me supporting it, so I ate and pretended that I wasn't. I felt disgusting for the next two days; you won't find me eating fast food for another six years, at least.
After that, we went back to the Tate, since it closed before we really had the chance to see anything on Thursday, and I spent most of the afternoon there perusing the galleries by myself (I started out with a group of my friends, but they mysteriously vanished after the first room and I never found them again). The exhibits were absolutely incredible, very moving and inspiring and strange, and very well-presented. The two things that stick out in my memory are a room of paintings by Ed Ruscha and a film by Ana Medieta. The Ruscha paintings stuck out to me for the way that the artist used text as a centerpiece for his art for the most part without focusing on font (although my favorite piece, "The End," worked mostly because of the font chosen for the words 'The End'), something that appealed to me as a writer; the film by Medieta was just very simple, but very raw and powerful and chilling, in a way that I have no comparisons for. There were many other beautiful and inspiring pieces, of course-- I could make a list as long as this entry so far-- but those were the two that stood out to me the most. In the gift shop I found a fascinating book on street art, which I decided to get with the intention of donating it to the art department at Bosque upon my return, and another on the place of ethics in aesthetic philosophy (everyone was curious about the cover-- a man in a prison jumpsuit, hooded by an American flag).
After that, we walked down to the National Theater and had dinner on the little square outside (and guess what we had). The performance, which was of All's Well that Ends Well, was ok-- the setting and costumes were very well done, but I think they played up the tragic aspects more than was appropriate for the play, and the acting wasn't especially spectacular, especially on the part of the actress playing Helena (she had almost no inflection in her voice; it got old listening to her speak by the second act). The French students without exception fell asleep or left; even the teachers apart from the English teacher were seen to be dozing off. We got back to the hostel rather late since it was a long performance, but since everyone slept during the show, no one wanted to sleep when we got back, so everyone was up until nearly two talking when we had to get up at six the next morning in order to prepare everything and leave. There was a brief argument between myself and the people that wanted to talk which didn't end well; things have more or less blown over now.
Sunday:
We drove. For twelve hours. And I didn't sleep at all on the bus, though everyone asked me if I had. I got coffee at a rest station once we got back to France, though, so I felt much better for the second half of the drive. I spent most of the time reading the street art book (had to make sure it was worth giving to the art department; it definitely is), and this time I remembered what I read (as opposed to on the way out). And that was more or less it.
Since I'm not feeling that well (Julie was sick in London, and I think all of us that shared a room with her caught whatever she had) and I have a test tomorrow morning, I'm going to go to bed early now and do the rest of this week on Sunday/Monday's entry. I'm not envisioning that I'll have much to recount, but in any case...
Ciao!