Anniversary.

I have officially been in London for one year... Did you guys notice? Is Wellington real lacking without me there? I bet it is.

I think I'm happy with my decision to come to London. I don't miss Wellington. I don't feel homesick. I only miss people.

Also NZ snacks/gossip magazines/novelty gifts, but I think I'm set for those for awhile thanks to some sweet (literally) mail I received this week (thanks Sarah/Ben/Roxanne):

And just when I think Jenny can't get any creepier, she proves me wrong with this amazing/accurate likeness:

I am not doing anything or spending any money any time soon as I need to buy a plane ticket to the other side of the world... Therefore it is unlikely I will blog anything interesting any time soon. Sorry about that folks. Feel free to send me mail though! I really like it!

Lions and Horses, no Bears.

London can't make up it's mind which season it wants to be right now. When I was in Nice it got super hot, now it is cold and my flatmate even turned on the heaters the other night. OH LONDON.

On Saturday I went to Camden Markets.
I'm unsure whether I have been there before, it's possible but I don't think so. The first time I came to London in 2005 to visit my cousin he took us many places but I often had no idea where I was. We def went to some markets but I think I would remember these. Mostly because of all the horses.

All stable themed and shit.

This guy was my fav.

It seemed like there might be lots of cool things but there were far too many people for me. All the people everywhere.

Also shoes sticking out of buildings.

Walking down the main road reminded me of walking along Venice beach for some reason, except with less beach/sun/Americans. So nothing like it then maybe? I dunno.

Also apparently the Lion is like Camden's mascot or something.

Yes, those people are sitting on tiny motorbikes.

I think England is pretty obsessed with Lions in general though? Richard the Lionheart and all that?

Then there was a toaster on the escalator. Really want to make stickers and put them places maybe.

When I have the window open in my room the wind blows through the whole flat and it's pretty loud and annoying. I can make it stop if I shut some doors but other people open them all the time. It makes me mad.

Nice is nice. Hah.

I went on a trip to Nice with a gaggle of girls.

We stayed in a sweet apartment on top of a giant hill.

This was the view from our deck.

I did not actually experience Nice, this is because I spent too much time lying in the sun/swimming in the pool/eating all the food. I'm not bummed about this because I also had some real good naps on the couch and I can probably go back there sometime and be a tourist.

This was the view from the side of the pool.

I got a little sunburnt on my legs but I put sunblock on mostly.

Other people left the apartment a lot more than I did, however I did venture down the hill on Friday and we all caught the train to Cannes.

We ate some real great French lunch and I had profiteroles the size of my head:

After lunch the ladies went to sit on the beach and I decided to be a tourist. I went on this weird train/car thing that seemed like it shouldn't drive on actual roads but it did anyway.

It took me up to the top of a big hill.

There was a church up there.

Also the commentary told me lots of things about the film festival/famous people who spent/spend time there and stuff. I think it was maybe quite old though because they didn't mention anyone who became famous after like 2007. Also I learnt that there is an island there where they held The Man in the Iron Mask one time. Didn't have time to go there though.

Now I am back in London and back at work, which is great.