But the trip was far from one big fan pilgrimage. We drove through little towns in the Cotswolds, explored London (the Sir John Soane House was a big hit, with the grown-ups, at least), and spent time in Bath and Oxford and Salisbury. But there is something to be said for basing a family trip at least partially around your kids' interests. Having that small bit of familiarity with a destination—through a TV show or a book or movie—can make all the difference in their attitude toward the trip. And if you do it when they're young enough, you also get some truly magical moments.
On our final night in London, we caught a cab back to our apartment. My husband asked the driver to stop at Earl's Court station, though, and while I'm sure the driver thought we were crazy, he kindly did as we requested. My son was grumbling about getting out of the cab, but when he spotted the big blue police box on the sidewalk, he broke into a run. He yelled, "YES! YES! THE TARDIS! I KNEW IT WAS REAL!" and hugged and kissed it. It was the perfect farewell to London for my little Whovian.