Every Saturday, Portobello Road has a huge antique fair set up that I can honestly tell you is the most overwhelming thing in the world. There are so many stalls and nooks, galleries stuffed into the oldest of buildings so that walking is dangerous. Add to that the fragilest of antiques and the huge crowds, and you have a very stressful situation. This is another reason why me living in London is not a good idea: I would be broke in about a month. I'd end up having to live in one of the Portobello stalls with all the antiques.
After a quick lunch of fish and chips (which was delicious) I headed back to the hotel to drop off everything I'd bought and headed to...The Sherlock Holmes Museum.
I originally had the museum scheduled for this coming Monday but I wanted to see it and I had the time.
If you have read my blog before, I have metioned my love of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson numerous times, and I can tell you I've been dying to see this museum for years. I know there's nothing real in there and that it's all staged, but for someone who has lived in the pages of those stories since I was nine years old, it still means a great deal.
Here goes: people are incredibly rude. I thought it was mainly a Miami thing, or an American thing, but there were people from all over who came to the museum and behaved like the worst kind of tourist trash. Not only were they rude while waiting to go in, making all kinds of jokes about the museum and the character (which doesn't make sense to me. If you think Sherlock Holmes is so ridiculous, why go to a museum dedicated to him?) but they went inside and started playing with everything they could touch. They'd move things around and pick up every piece of furnishings, to the point that the two women who work there had to tell them to stop. Adults and teenagers were doing this.
They sprawled themselves all over the sofas, so that it was almost impossible to get a good picture of the sitting room. Like I said, I know it's all staged, but having people behave like that took away from my experience of the place that I've wanted to see for such a long time.
At least I've settled one thing: people are rude assholes everywhere.
Okay, now let's move on to the pictures.
Another sitting room view as I waited for people to stop playing around with the violin and furniture.
Then there was another room, which looked like Mrs. Hudson's room, and it had lots of great display cases with "memorabilia" from the different stories.
They were all labeled with the case's name.
The next few rooms upstairs all had huge figures recreating some famous moments from the stories. There was Irene Adler and Moriarty. I didn't take picures of that because the rooms weren't as pretty as the rest.
I made sure to sign the register and I also left Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson a little note on a board that was full of messages from visitors.
I loved the museum. The only thing I would have wished was for less annoying people. But what can you do?