Back to the V&A
My first ever trip to London, I had my first ever panic attack, blacked out in the middle of Harrods, and spent most of my 48 hours in town sleeping it all off in my hotel room. Still, I managed to go out for a few hours on my last day and visit the V&A with my mom and grandma. It was a magical experience, and it became one I've recreated every trip to London since.
The V&A is a vast and amazing place. I've visited it six or seven times now, and I'm sure there are still corners I have yet to discover. One thing I saw for the first time on my last trip, when A and I returned a few hours before heading to the airport, was it's library. We went on a Sunday so it was closed, but I spend a few minutes peering in from the glass doors, wishing I could go in...
My favorite thing about the V&A though is its design. Architecturally, it's an amazing building, and the interior details are exquisite. I still can't get over its floors.
What is a trip to London without a bit of Chaucer and a bit of William Morris?
I look forward to discovering even more things next time!