After walking around aimlessly but happily, I came across St. Christopher's Place,
|my levitation skills at work again|
and after a quick coffee stop I found myself at Cavendish Square Gardens,
|ft. a lovely horse's arse|
where I wandered off to All Souls, Langham Place,
|wait, what's that I see...|
|we made it!!|
which is when I realized...
I had found BBC!!
Unfortunately, you have to book a tour in advance, and they weren't even running tours this week. At least I got a snazzy pamphlet.
Feeling nevertheless confident, I hopped back on the tube and hopped right back off at King's Cross:
|deceptively calm above ground|
I walked down this quaint boulevard with chapter book pictures, most importantly this one:
|brb I have to go cry now|
|I was not pleased|
|a bit too chilly for swimming|
up to the Granary,
and into St. Pancras!
|but where's platform 9 3/4?|
|time to go it says|