Train from Edinburgh to London; arrived Tuesday afternoon to a very windy city. Much sneezing ensued. E got a haircut upon arrival, believing this is old tradition among colonials. Change of plan due to disappointing news at a fave place called Orchard on Sicilian Avenue:
Went to M&S on Tottenham Road for takeaway supper at our lodging near Russell Square. These tasty spuds were on sale. This leads us to conclude that the new princess ought to be known as “Charlie Potatoes,” per Robert Blake’s lingo.
Wednesday: Light, late lunch at Gail’s Kitchen. The AA presentation and conversation, followed by a delightful dinner with colleagues at Stephen St. Kitchen.
Thursday: View Jean Cocteau’s mural at Notre Dame de France, light candle there in memory of Cecilia Horton, purchase advance tix for John Singer Sargent exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. Thence to Harrod’s to buy a takeaway sandwich and some chocolates. Bench-picnic at the quiet, charming greenspace behind Holy Trinity Brompton. Then a visit to the Victoria & Albert Museum, for Staying Power, and a coffee w/ a slice of cake at Vicky’s Kitchen (kidding!). R had to attend to his religious observance and headed to the Princess Louise pub for a pint of Samuel Smith’s ale. E visited the Foundling Museum. Supper at Chettinad, Indian food near Bedford Square. Later, “enjoyed” watching the Election results in our hotel’s TV lounge.
Friday: John Singer Sargent at the National Portrait Gallery, also Wellington exhibition, shared lunch at the Crypt followed by a free concert (Jan Hugo, piano) at St. Martin-in-the-Fields, then walk from Trafalgar Square to the Supreme Court (a needed coffee stop), and after two-minutes’ silence for VE Day commemorations at the Cenotaph, we were two of hundreds doing a slow shuffle along Whitehall as the crowd dispersed. Drinks with a friend in Covent Garden. Reception at the Architectural Association. Supper at Sagar (yes, Indian food two nights in a row).
Saturday: a post-breakfast, pre-check-out walk to Tavistock Square, then a stroll along Regent’s Canal Grand Union Towpath to get to the hopping Grain Store, where our table-karma kicked in. Excellent lunch. Then some out-of-doors leisure ’til our 3:00 train, including time to read the info boards along the way re: the incredible development happening at and history of King’s Cross.
And then seats in the quiet coach on the train back to Edinburgh. Which was truly quiet for a while, but that’s another story…We call it Tearaways on a Train.