London
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Shallow Waters
Hedwig's Theme
Pebbles
(London)
I bought this object on a rainy, gloomy day in London, England two years ago. It was from a merchendise stand, right inside Piccadilly Circus and to the left of a bus we had been waiting for. Although we hadn’t seen the Big Ben or the London Eye yet, I still thought it was the coolest thing I could buy.
Its a small replica, maybe four inches tall, and the Eye can spin around just like a ferris wheel. Its metallic and cold, and very heavy, so it wasn’t fun to carry around while I was traveling about in England. The detail on Big Ben is incredible and tiny, the texture felt like real architecture.
When we got off the bus, we made our way to the London Underground which was going to lead us into the heart of Westminister Abbey. We got off the train, hundreds of business people marching about and getting to where they needed to be. I was younger and shorter, but I was so excited I left my parents to go see what it was like above ground.
As soon as I stepped out, I saw the Big Ben; the brass shimmering in the little sunlight we had, and the tower looming over the streets like it was keeping watch. With my eyes, I could see the detail of the brass and the metals that went into creating the Ben, everything stood out, everything was visible.
It made me feel so small, so insignificant. When I turned my head to the left, I saw the London Eye, sitting right above the river and casting bright reflections in the water. It too was huge, bigger than I ever could have imagined.
I tried to take pictures, but they didn’t do them justice. It was beauty that you could only see with your eyes.
Everytime I look at the replica, I think of that moment.
I bought this object on a rainy, gloomy day in London, England two years ago. It was from a merchendise stand, right inside Piccadilly Circus and to the left of a bus we had been waiting for. Although we hadn’t seen the Big Ben or the London Eye yet, I still thought it was the coolest thing I could buy.
Its a small replica, maybe four inches tall, and the Eye can spin around just like a ferris wheel. Its metallic and cold, and very heavy, so it wasn’t fun to carry around while I was traveling about in England. The detail on Big Ben is incredible and tiny, the texture felt like real architecture.
When we got off the bus, we made our way to the London Underground which was going to lead us into the heart of Westminister Abbey. We got off the train, hundreds of business people marching about and getting to where they needed to be. I was younger and shorter, but I was so excited I left my parents to go see what it was like above ground.
As soon as I stepped out, I saw the Big Ben; the brass shimmering in the little sunlight we had, and the tower looming over the streets like it was keeping watch. With my eyes, I could see the detail of the brass and the metals that went into creating the Ben, everything stood out, everything was visible.
It made me feel so small, so insignificant. When I turned my head to the left, I saw the London Eye, sitting right above the river and casting bright reflections in the water. It too was huge, bigger than I ever could have imagined.
I tried to take pictures, but they didn’t do them justice. It was beauty that you could only see with your eyes.
Everytime I look at the replica, I think of that moment.