A Week in Pictures Part 1: Sunday through (the first half of) Wednesday

I wish I could write you a novel about the past week, but it is 12:01 a.m. I hope my pictures will suffice! Off we go:


Sunday Night!

Enjoying the World Cup championship game and a strawberry beer at The Queen's Arms with Caitlin, Max, Jaclyn, and Colin.


MONDAY!

La Bete! I don't know about you, but I've seen Mark Rylance and David Hyde Pierce (Niles from Frasier) onstage in the great debate about the definition of Art with a capital "A".


TUESDAY!

Brick Lane! This is the Bangladeshi district and Jack the Ripper's former hunting ground. Take out the signs, fast-forward to midnight, add some London fog for ambiance, and we're all set for a murder.


Scarves litter the storefronts!


You can find art anywhere in this city.


Our History of London professor John Makey takes everyone of his classes out for Indian food near Brick Lane. We had soooo much food! Samosas, chicken and lamb kebabs, lentil curry, lamb curry, chicken curry, pumpkin curry, marzipan... Delicious beyond belief, but check out how red my face is.


The group, taking over the world one Indian restaurant at a time.


Best. Cafe. Ever. It's in Leicester Square, and we can't remember the name, so if you know, fill me in please.


Chicago! Jill, Natalie, and I had a night off from theatre, so we went to another show. :)
Thank goodness for student rush tickets!



WEDNESDAY!

A flower shop in Borough Market. Too perfect.


More veggies from Borough Market. I'm a little obsessed.


Three ladies and the George.


Shakespeare and Dickens walked through this door. And now I'm about to.


Balconies and flowers. Two of my favorite things...?



In Southwark, prostitution used to be legal, but the "Winchester Geese", as the prostitutes were called, had to be buried in unconsecrated ground. Their makeshift graveyard is marked with this plaque.


Ribbons as tribute to fallen women.


Josh, former Universal Studios tour guide, brushing up on his skills at Southwark Cathedral, where Shakespeare's brother is buried.


I wasn't allowed to take pictures inside without a permit (um, okay?) so here's the back of Shakespeare's stained glass window.


Posing, as per usual.


Love, love, love.


The site of the original Globe Theatre post-downpour.