Finding beauty in negative spaces

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After spending the better part of yesterday in Covent Gardens, I found myself back again with phone troubles of my own. This time, Hope was my moral support.

The day started a bit rough: I ended up at an orientation event without coffee or food. Although I was pleased to meet new people, hear from my professors, hand in all my forms and get my syllabi, I was hangry. But more than hangry, I was anxious about my phone not charging.

I had been skeptical of its capacities the night before. (A lot of adapter shifting and wire jiggling took place.) But I put off panic in favor of getting some shut-eye. The next morning, my roommate helped me troubleshoot different outlets and adapters. We narrowed it down to either my battery or my cable, not the outlets or adapters, being the problem. Having just visited Apple to replace a laptop, I was looking for lesser of two evils when it came to said phone problem.

After orientation, I couldn’t sit idly by and sift through my syllabi. I had to go to Apple. So Hope and I grabbed food and drinks at Hummus Bros. before heading out to Covent Gardens.

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That’s a wrap!

After making an appointment, Hope and I killed time in the Burberry parfumerie across the street. Upon entering, there was no simple, do-it-yourself, spray-and-sniff to be had. An employee came over and gave us an aromatic breakdown, before spraying a little bit of perfume on a gold-foiled, lavender ribbon. She tied it around our wrists to ensure we would waft Burberry all day.

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Making an exit

As for my phone, a specialist ruled that my third-party charger was the agent of damage. In the process of purchasing a fresh charger, I realized two things. 1) This Apple is actually three stories high instead of just two.

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Don’t look down for too long…

And 2) purchasing a new lightning cable and a British “cube” would cut down on my constant internal conflict. Note that we call iPhone charger ends “cubes” or “blocks” or just “squares”,Β butΒ the end to a British iPhone charger actually looks more like half a hexagon

Shortly after, we visited Nars. We also went to LadurΓ©e, the idyllic macaron shop of Parisian fame. Apart from the humble little macaron auΒ chocolat I ordered being a delight,Β I was even more delighted to findΒ LadurΓ©e hosts a restaurant and tea room on the second floor.

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Hey now, hey now, this is what d r e a m s are made of.

Last but not least, we went to a trivia night. Again, a difference in diction: here, they call them “pub quizzes.” Fielding questions on U.K. politics and culture, sports and language, Hope’s and my group came in fourth place out of about 10 or 12 groups. Not bad for a couple of rookie Americans.

While I wish I had been there for better reasons, I’m glad I ended up back in Covent Gardens. It gave me the excuse to explore more of the area. Without some quintessential phone trouble, it would have take much longer for me to stumble upon all the posh pubs and bespoke boutiques I saw around the Gardens today.

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