Taking on the challenge of London

Sontag-tolerant and best friend, Trish came down to London last week. Besides receiving excellent hosting skills by me, I can safely say we had a grand old time. I shall tell the story with pictures and my undoubtedly talented writing skeels. skills. yes.

We watched and it was an excellent, thoughtful film. Although Trish lamented the premature death of the crab thing at the end. Alas food that could have filled our tummies!

We took a turn around and saw the lovely shops still closed. But we had a mission that day! I brought Trish to SOAS where she all but worshipped the law section, full of legal stuff. Beats me but she enjoyed it and that was fine by me! Onward to the British museum where we took in the knowledge and the taste of history at its purest:

We took a train to Covent Garden where we had a delightful picnic lunch, despite the blistering cold. Then on to the National Gallery (where we said hello to my man Vincent) and to the National Portrait Gallery (Vanity Fair, bring it on!). We then walked by Pall Mall (and it was a lovely cold Summer-like day) but took a cab home. No evening in London was complete without a night to the theatre. And indeed that was what we did! The 39 steps, no less.

Without a doubt, a great day in London. Come down more often, Trish. Bob, D, Jufi and I will show you a good time. As always.