Day 8 of the Epic FFE featuring Cinnamon, Spa treatments, the Palace, Peril and Pizza



We awoke this morning to a heavily overcast day and trudged down to catch the train (sans make up, thus the dark glasses) at Berrylands Station.  Liz met us on the train and we travelled to Wimbledon station where we connected over to the subway to continue our journey. 

Destination Duke of York Square.

Once there, we walked down the road a short ways to Patisserie Valerie where we settled in for coffee (a one shot latte for me please) and some delicious pastries. 

After our breakfast we headed across the plaza to Liz Earle for our facials.

We emerged an hour later with faces feeling soft as butter and all of us still in a limbo-like trance.  Like zombies we looked in a few shops and then hopped on a double decker bus (requisite mode of transport for anyone and everyone visiting London) and risked our lives as the driver drove at top speeds careening around narrow corners. 



We leaped off at Victoria Station and then started our walk towards the palace. 

Easily distracted, we ended up at a place call WagaMama for lunch.  An Asian-style diner, we had ramen soup and Coke Zero.

After lunch we carried on by foot to Buckingham Palace to have our audience with the Queen in hopes of having the Maltass Huskpomtzoodle Dascherrier designated as the new 'Breed of Britain' in place of the corgi.  Very busy despite the threatening rain, I was surprised to see all the construction going on, apparently in preparation for the Jubilee celebrations coming up in a few short weeks.  I was also surprised by the level of security, machine guns no less...

We managed to snap some photos, put forward our proposal, and absorb the ambiance before making our way along birdcage walk, now known as the Jubilee Walkway.  I saw several dogs making their way to the Palace, I assume they too were competing to be the new 'Breed of Britain'.



At this juncture we decided to part ways and my companions for the day left to go home while I bravely made my way to Piccadilly circus to see the sights and take some more pictures. 

I had a bit of a look around and took some photos.

After a short time wandering around I decided to journey home on the train.  All was going well until I got to Berrylands Station and then remembered that I forgot how to get back to their house.  Oops.  I asked one friendly fellow and he had literally no idea which way I should go, all he could tell me was that it definitely wasn't the street I was on.  A few houses down I found another, more helpful resident, who pointed my back a block, down a block and over a block.  Soon enough I was home.

Next item on the agenda was an attempted photo shoot with Picolla the cat.  It seems that photographing cats is not the same as photographing dogs.  They do not 'sit' on demand, even if you're holding a treat for them, and when they've had enough, they've had enough.  They don't smile, perk their ears or do anything else that they don't feel like doing.  It was a short-lived photo shoot.

And then finally, dinner.  Gluten-free (because I like to keep up with the trends, not because I have anything against innocent gluten), pizza from a local hot spot called Bruschetta.