Platform 9 3/4, The West End, and 16 Hours of Shakespeare: Post #3 from London

The London tube goes directly to King's Cross Station, and they've build a replica of Platform 9 3/4 where you can take a picture heading off to Hogwarts with whichever House's scarf you want! So on Tuesday, we decided to spend the afternoon fulfilling our dreams! My friend Alison had both me and Sarah take the official sorting quiz before we went. All three of us got sorted into Hufflepuff! It looks pretty realistic doesn't it?

Then on Tuesday night, we went out for dinner at a lovely Italian place down the street from our flat and then went to see Once at the West End! I've seen a lot of musicals in my life, but this was probably my favorite show I've ever seen. The show didn't have a pit orchestra. Instead, the actors were the musicians. Whenever they weren't in a scene, they would sit to the side of the stage and accompany the musical numbers with their string instruments. The music was so beautiful and acoustic in nature. I've been listening to the soundtrack nonstop all week! The story was beautiful and I just loved everything about it!

Yesterday we spent a rock solid 16 hours driving two and from and touring Shakespeare related historical sites and then ended the day seeing Henry IV Part 1 put on by the Royal Shakespeare Company. They did a phenomenal job! My favorite place we visited was the cottage where Anne Hathaway (Shakespeare's wife) grew up! Our tour guide was hilarious and the grounds were so beautiful and we had tons of fun taking pictures with the statues! I'm having the time of my life exploring this beautiful city and this amazing country!

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