if you're on foot you've got two fantastic options.
1) cross over into the south side of baker street (follow the direction the traffic is going) then cut off right into Marylebone village and have a wander.
2) go and have a walk round regent's park. feed some ducks and shit like that. today is perfect for that, you will feel like the world and its seasons are beautiful.
whatever you do don't got to tussaud's, it's about the crappest place in the whole world unless you have a paraphilia for a tuxedo'd Alan Titchmarsh in wax form. At a push that would be the only time I would recommend ever going to Tussaud's, if your lifelong unfulfilled sexual need was to touch a wax effigy of Alan Tichmarsh wearing a tuxedo. Standing next to a grinning, wax, tuxedo'd Morgan Freeman, complete with earring. The disparity of that coupling will stay with me forever, as will the disparity between the complete pointlessness of the place and the thousands of foreigners that get excited about it every single day of the year.
if you're on foot you've got two fantastic options.
1) cross over into the south side of baker street (follow the direction the traffic is going) then cut off right into Marylebone village and have a wander.
2) go and have a walk round regent's park. feed some ducks and shit like that. today is perfect for that, you will feel like the world and its seasons are beautiful.
whatever you do don't got to tussaud's, it's about the crappest place in the whole world unless you have a paraphilia for a tuxedo'd Alan Titchmarsh in wax form. At a push that would be the only time I would recommend ever going to Tussaud's, if your lifelong unfulfilled sexual need was to touch a wax effigy of Alan Tichmarsh wearing a tuxedo. Standing next to a grinning, wax, tuxedo'd Morgan Freeman, complete with earring. The disparity of that coupling will stay with me forever, as will the disparity between the complete pointlessness of the place and the thousands of foreigners that get excited about it every single day of the year.