Piccadilly Circus, at the junction of several major London streets, seems to be the place where everyone congregates. In addition to the shopping and the tourist attractions (how many Ripley's have I visited? I skipped this one), it's the western gateway to Soho, Chinatown, and the theatres. Oh the theatres. I'll revisit our four nights of theatre next time.
Here's a quick panorama...
Well, the man in the kilt certainly caught my attention. A fine piper.
With a fine fox sporran. (Ernest has a fox sporran too. A ren faire souvenir, it is dyed red and if I remember correctly he named it "Roy." Must find a picture!)
Here's another view of the fox.
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The next time we're over there, we're hoping to pop up to Edinburgh. While up there, I'm planning to buy McDonald tartan things for my girls and me, as well as possibly talk my husband into something...
Love the kilt and the sporran! I remember driving past Piccadilly Circus on the top of a double-decker bus with 3 little boys. I can only imagine how much more fun it is to be in London sans children.
Four. Nights. Of. Theatre.
Color me jealous!!
Nice video! I have to admit, I never really understood why it's called Piccadilly Circus --is it because it's busy?
such a great name, Piccadilly Circus!
Can you hear me telling my husband to "duck" at the end of the video?
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That's a very impressive fox! Got that look in his eyes, doesn't he?
I wonder why the piper chose "Amazing Grace" to entertain the crowds--to me, it always moans police funerals (or funerals in general).
Love all your pictures! Very envious of your trip.
I like traveling vicariously through you!
You took a good sort of trip!
All I could think of when I saw the fox sporran was CAT BEARDING!
What a trip! Love the sporran, too.
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