Safro. For those of you unaware of the meaning of a safro, it is an Afro- with sass.
I can’t even remember what my little brother Will was talking about when he came up with it, but it stuck. And now we all have Safros. English and Parisian safros that is.
So sorry I didn’t get to update sooner! We’ve been going, going, going non-stop!
Let’s just say… we hadn’t slept since America until last night. I am not just speaking for myself when I say I passed out at 8:30 last night and woke up at 10am this morning. So. Much. Walking.
We saw so much yesterday. Of course we arrived during rush hour so we stood quietly in a little corner by the tube waiting until there was enough room for our caravan to travel through as one. They tell you not to take the tube between 8:30 and 10am. Now we know why. Eventually we made it to The Tower of London, which holds the crown jewels, the armor of every king you could think of, and too many torture chambers. Ewh. The exit of the Tower of London spit us out right at the London Bridge, so we stood there a while taking goofy pictures. At this point we were all sleep deprived and delirious, so we decided it would be a good idea to look for food. We ended up at a little pub called Sussex, or Taylor Walkers… we can’t decide which one it actually was. Walked down Oxford street and looked in the windows of all the shops we were too tired to go in. “We’ll come back tomorrow,” I’m sure we all thought. Made our way to Top Shop, and AG got some sunglasses, though everything was a little bit too ridiculous- like more expensive than Urban, Kate. But so dang super cute. Walked through Trafalgar Square, which we actually are coming back to, and walked about 2.3 miles back to our hotel. Phew!
As Anna Grace says, “Long day=great sleep.” And that’s just what we did.
Now enjoy these.
See? Weird. In the best way.