It was an incredibly productive day today. We left the Centre shortly after breakfast and did another walk for our London Walks class. This one wasn't too long and I think we were done in an hour or so. After the walk that we had to spread over two days any walk seems short, though, haha!
We walked past the British Library and the British Library and actually popped inside both for various other assignments. We were efficient today. We also passed the University College of London. That was an interesting experience because walking by it felt no different than walking by a row of apartment buildings. We even walked through the campus, but it felt very much the same as other streets in London. I like my BYU campus at Provo. It has a wonderful feeling I haven't found on any other campus. Guess I'm at the right place, right?
After finishing the walk we headed over to Hamstead Heath to do another author assignment. The author today was John Keats. He was one of the Romantic poets who died young. He contracted TB and succumbed to that at age 25. He was unable to marry his fiance and she kept his letters to her until she died. Some of those letters are a bit much for me, but they really did love each other. Fanny didn't get married until twelve years after Keats's death.
On another note, Hamstead Heath is amazing. I don't want to live in London, but if I was supposed to live in London I'd want to live in Hamstead. It's technically part of London, but it feels like a completely different place. It's calmer, brighter, and happier. The pigeons are normal-sized and they're actually afraid of humans, unlike the terrifying ones in central London (we've gone to calling those P-O-U-S's, or Pigeons of Unusual Size). There's also a large swath of land that's called a park, but is really just a large expanse of land that was never settled. We didn't make it over there today, but I'd like to visit it again sometime. Basically, it's a sort of paradise.
I'm a fan of anesthesia so I was excited to see this one.
Oh look! They have New Heritage here, too!
Another tucked-away park. I'm always pleasantly surprised to find these.
We found Ghandi. He looked busy, though, so we didn't disturb him.
For those who are satisfied with being good enough. Is that a terrible joke?
I found the secret garden! I just couldn't find the key.
One of the many charming streets found in Hamstead Heath
Sometimes I take pictures of gardens and houses even though they belong to a complete stranger. It's not weird, I promise.
John Keats's home.
Meet Keats.
A blurry picture of Keats's copy of Paradise Lost
This is Keats's first published book of poems. His friends loved it, but it got essentially no other attention upon its publication.
I did a puzzle and though of my sister, Josie, the entire time.
Because where dress ups are, there we will be, also.
A miraculous picture of James smiling at the camera. His girlfriend lost her head, but at least she has a good sense of fashion.
The backyard at Keats' home
And then I came home and did homework and tried to muster up enough energy to write something. You should visit Hamstead Heath sometime.
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