Often times in class we go to the National Gallery, which is only about 15 minutes to walk to from my classroom. We go there probably once a week and some weeks even more. By now, I know every inch of that walk, from the shops to the restaurants to theatres.
So now that I'm familiar with the walk, I can now notice things past the signs, adverts, and cluttered window displays. The reason why all of this is important is because I have found the greatest secret in London: Ryan Gosling works as a locksmith on Monmouth Str.
Ok, so it's not the real Ryan Gosling. But I'm not exaggerating when I say that I did a triple take to make sure... and so did the rest of the girls in my program. I don't actually know his real name, so we just call him Ryan Gosling.
He works at a locksmith and key-cutting shop on the corner of Monmouth Str with an elderly man who we presume to be his grandfather (who is also an adorable man). He seriously looks like Ryan Gosling. And if you know anything about me, it's that my love for Ryan Gosling is equivalent to my love for Justin Timberlake... which is a lot.
It's the highlight of my week when I walk past Ryan Gosling's shop. Maybe one day I'll break my key so he can fix it... Also, I am going to make a conscious effort to hone down my creepiness... hopefully.
London Love, Kristen
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