Mark and I left Paris Friday afternoon for a weekend in London, which I was SURE was going to coincide with the Royal Bebe. Alas, the baby did not come, and every Londoner we asked about it rolled their eyes and assured us that it was only we (silly) Americans who gave a flip about The Baby. Humph. Sometimes those English can be decidedly stodgy.
These were our wonderful hosts.
They live in a gorgeous Knightsbridge neighborhood, which we explored Friday night.
Saturday we walked all over the city and saw a matinée performance of Book of Mormon, which was as good as people had promised.
I indulged my obsession with the newly renovated St. Pancras.
On Sunday we walked around Kensington Gardens, which was sadly brown with thirst as a result of the high temperatures and recent lack of rain.
What is a stroll through English gardens without…..Aston Martins? In celebration of its 100th year, the famous British car company was exhibiting 150 models in Kensington Gardens Park.
Such a fun weekend. Each time Mark and I go to London we are reminded of how much we love it.
Cheers to the new prince!