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Above Ground on the London Underground—Day 28: Sloane Rangers

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I’m taking a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using  my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings.  Here are the days that came before . This is Day 28 and we're still following the Piccadilly Line. We left off last week after I had to send   Colin Firth  packing,  with me on the way the way to Admiral Codrington’s pub with the intention of drowning my sorrows before finishing my day at the Knightsbridge Station.  Image via Wikipedia/ Creative Commons I played around with the possibility of stopping at Harrods for a little retail therapy. Harrods is after all, world famous. Almost more renowned than its fashion on over 5 acres of floor space, is Harrod’s one of a kind Food Hall. Nothing like the Ye Olde Food Court down at the local mall, that’s for sure. Image via TheTravelingTimes.wordpress.com Ah Har

Above Ground on the London Underground—Day 27: A Brief Encounter

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I’m taking a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using  my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings.  Here are the days that came before . We're on the Piccadilly Line. This is Day 27 “Nice, isn’t it?”  I’m standing in front of Andy Warhol’s Boticelli-inspired Venus, currently on view at the V&A in Chelsea. I can't get over the colors, the freshness and graphic arts pow of it. “Mmm.” I murmur in that way the British have. I don’t know how they’ve managed to make “mmm” into such a multi-purpose word,  meaning “yes” “could be” “oh, right!” or “no, you bloody wanker * !” but they have. “Fan of Warhol are you? Know much about his work?”  What I knew about Andy Warhol could be printed on the back of a Campbell’s soup can.  “Not really.”  “No, neither do I.”  The voice, as were the shoes he’s wearing—a pa

Above Ground on the London Underground: Day 26–Venus at the Victoria & Albert

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I’m taking a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using  my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings.  Here are the days that came before . Close to the Piccadilly Line. This is Day 26 When we left off the virtual walk last week, next door at London’s Natural History Museum , I posed the question, should I stay or should I go? Stay in this museum rich district or go back to the Picadilly line and follow the track for 10,000 steps?  The question was rhetorical. How could I be this close to the Victoria & Albert and not go inside? Calling itself the world’s leading museum of art and design, looking akin to an Ivy League university, the museum could easily stand in for an institute of higher learning. Paintings, photography, textiles, jewelry, theatre, architecture.  The V&A delves into them all all. We could dabble, take t

Above Ground on the London Underground–Day 25: 'A Cathedral to Nature'

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I’m taking a virtual walking tour ‘above ground’ on the London Underground. Using  my Tube guide & my fitbit® device, my goal is to walk 10,000 steps a day roughly following along the Underground route, reporting back here on Fridays with my findings.  Here are the days that came before . We're on the Piccadilly Line. This is Day 25 In last week’s post we visited the Natural History Museum and I told you, for me, the building was so spectacular it demanded a post of its own. That wasn’t just an empty promise like that time I promised you a rose garden. Today’s virtual walk has me standing in place, looking deeper into the beginnings and the building of London’s Natural History Museum. Sir Hans Sloane, 1660-1753 Not unlike  the Horniman Museum which we visited back on Day 13 ,  the Natural History Museum got its’ start as the result of one man’s passion gone amok. Sir Hans Sloane,  was the renowned physician to King George I, a celebrity doctor, whose work took him