I think I have
officially given up numbering days in London. I think I have goofed somewhere.
Today I decided to
head into Mayfair. First up on my
agenda was Heddon St just off Regent Street. Here I saw the location of London’s first nightclub, #23
Heddon Street, where David Bowie was photographed for the cover of the Ziggy
Stardust album (yes I had a moment here) and the vodka bar, the Ice Bar…. Which
was rudely not opened for my arrival!
On my way to Savile
Row I popped into a little café to have a bite to eat. Turns out Paul Weller had eaten there
(according to the photo on the wall.
Well good enough for the Modfather, good enough for Jaxbah.
Made it to Savile
Row. Here I saw the address for
the fictional character Phileas Fogg and 3 Savile Row. The rooftop where The Beatles played
for the very last time. I must
admit I got a bit teary standing there.
Then wandered down
past Burlington Arcade and into Cook Street where I visited the Hay Hill
Gallery that had an installation called “The Great Wall of Vagina”. Yes, self explanatory. 400 women made casts and the artist
then did something with the texture of the casts and yeah made the exhibit. It was interesting. Though I’m still baffled as to why the
woman said to me “just ask me if you have any questions” proceeded by a
wink. WTF was the wink all
about? I felt like I was in an
episode of Seinfeld.
I then decided to
wander down Old Bond Street. The
most intimidating street to walk down when you’re not made of money. All the doormen on the doors of the
likes of Chanel, Dior etc just looking at you like “don’t even think about it
love…. As if you could afford anything here”.
Made it back down to
Piccadilly, had a wander around there and around the back street of Jermyn
Street before heading home on the #38 Hackney Central bus back to my hood.
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