After this day on Friday which was my time already busy, we rose at the stroke of 10 hours, rude awakening for everyone. For the beginning of the day we decided to go for a little tour of shopping malls on the corner, with a passage extended from Poundland, the paradise of crap to a pound. We took the opportunity to buy some small gifts for the birthday of Anne Laure. This little excursion ended with Max and Gwé, it was time for my cousin and me to head for the attraction of the day: the Emirates Stadium, brand new can accommodate 60 000 spectators in its enclosure (only that !). As you may have guessed, this stadium is home to one of the best teams in Europe, I named Arsenal. Although my heart goes first to the Stade Rennais, I am very near this English team that has seen a few nuggets of French football (Pires, Henry, Petit) and the new generation which is in continuity, all notified under the command of French strategist, Arsene Wenger, in his place of ousted coach. Well I'll be stopping my footballing story and you actually talk to my feelings. First, the atmosphere felt before the game, hundreds and hundreds of supporters marching in the streets, singing loudly the hymns of their teams, Arsenal saw off the subway out of fathers with their son, young couples, old couples, all classes. Football is a sport by unifying, and is one of the first things we see around the stadium.
At this last, we contemplate the immense building before our eyes, huge stadium with modern architecture, planted in the media district of Arsenal. After a few shots and a brief visit to the store, we start looking for a pub to rebroadcast the meeting. We will find a small fortune in coffee Muslim displaying a large poster of Zidane at the bar entrance. For the second half, towards a much broader pub which plunges us into a completely different atmosphere with English fans, you meet even a little old lady dressed in any part of tifosi and Arsenal jerseys. In the end, Arsenal won the victory over Wigan on a score of 2-0, everyone is statisfait. After the match, a small detour to Highbury, the former legendary stadium of the team who officiated during the golden years. Still more unfortunately, a section of wall, the rest being dedicated to the construction of new luxury apartments.
After this afternoon sport, we all join the small team at Greg to celebrate the birthday of Miss Anne-Laure. After the meal, gifts and unpacking the flame of the candle blown out, we leave for a raid in the city that will prove full of vicissitudes, first with a battle in Piccadilly Circus songs about us and a band of young English Masked as each other. English direction then a box that denies entry to one of my friends, not having his ID card. We took refuge at KFC, another fast-food chain widespread in England, then everyone goes in its respective habitat. The evening was eventful, each seeking an evening alternative to the nightclub, but no backup solution was not voted unanimously ... 
Sunday morning, waking rather pleasant. The sun shows the tip of his nose. Small Irish Breakfast in the pub story to fill a little tummy. Go to Camden Town with others. Pleasant stroll among the passersby and merchants. Camden looks like a flea market, a sort of catch-all where everyone can find something to suit him. The area is largely tourism but not that ... The perfect example is this strange inter-sidereal store where we ventured and where fashion Punko-robotics has its end point. Techno music resounds full time, putting subwoofers in the test of sound. The store is worth its weight in curiosity, but it is left with two ears and less. 
Camden Town reserves other surprises more attractive as these multiple small commercial galleries, is decorated with Chinese illuminations or decorations of Christmas brings a healthy dose of fun to the neighborhood. Short break for lunch on a small place, everyone chooses his stand, for me it will be the pizza stand (for a change!). Following the course the group will split in two, my cousin and I decided to go round the side of Tower Bridge and Tate Modern. 
was the first time I saw the Tower Bridge and honestly, I was not disappointed, the walk along the Thames was very pleasant with choke before the London Tower, which are exposed crown jewels. After a few shots consumed in the Thames, with the main models my cousin and I are moving to a small pub where you can sample the local beer. It is consumed, we start looking for the Tate Modern, the Museum of Contemporary Art in London, asking passers-by the direction take. After walking two kilometers into the surrounding streets, we reach our goal. But fatigue, body and soul destroying us, we make a whirlwind tour of two hours through the works of Dali, Braque, Miro and others. Built in a disused power station, the building represents the conversion of an architectural most visited places in London. As for collections, they are organized thematically and periodic and let themselves go work with a lot of fun. Having come a century of art, we headed to the Millennium Bridge, one of the most recently built bridges, which illuminates the Thames from all its projectors. Passage to the imposing cathedral of St. Paul and it is already time to go to prepare cases. Small meal of burgers and a small pint in the local pub before taking our flight back to our respective countries. Starting at three hours from London, arriving at ten o'clock in Cork, the journey was long, exhausting few days to recover but ultimately very satisfying and pockets full of memories ... And a big thank you to my friends for their first class ... Home
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