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Weekend in London

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.

Nixon loved me and wanted to sit in my lap and snuggle in my bed.  Guess which one is Nixon?

Nixon loved me and wanted to sit in my lap and snuggle in my bed. Guess which one is Nixon?

They live in a gorgeous Knightsbridge neighborhood, which we explored Friday night.

Harrod's in the evening shadows.

Harrod’s in the evening shadows.



No trip to London is complete without at least one pub pint.

No trip to London is complete without at least one pub pint.

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.


The former "booking office" is now a restaurant.

The former “booking office” is now a restaurant.



lobby of the Renaissance Hotel at 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.

IMG_3205There were plenty of areas that were not brown, however.




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.



One section was all Aston Martins that had been used in Bond films.  James Bond.

One section was all Aston Martins that had been used in Bond films. James Bond.

A Bond Girl, perhaps?

A Bond Girl, perhaps?

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!


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London For A Day

A few weeks ago the three of us hopped on the Eurostar train at Gare du Nord and got off at St. Pancras Station in London two hours and fifteen minutes later.  Is that cool or what?  We stayed for one night, which was just long enough for Martha to scour Topshop and for me to browse through Liberty and  for all of us to see The Lion King.

I love train stations! St. Pancras, recently renovated, is particularly gorgeous.

Exterior of St. Pancras

Taxi drivers who speak English= luxury!

I loved this painting in our hotel lobby.

Who knew?


As we were walking back to our hotel from seeing The Lion King, we heard commotion on the street ahead of us.  I had just said,”Looks like we got us a sit-e–ation up here” when a big black car with little flags on the hood turned right in front of us.  Yes- it was the Queen on her way home from the Opera House!  We only saw the back of her little white head, but it was appropriately coiffed, as always.  Even the British people around us seemed to get a little thrill out of seeing her.

Such a fun little jaunt!  I have already told Mark that I want to go back in the spring and see  Book of Mormon.  Perhaps one of our London friends will work on getting tickets for us?  Anyone?

Stay calm and carry on, mes amis!  It’s a lot easier than waiting for you luggage  to come down the belt.


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Weekend in London

Eurostar trains in the renovated St Pancras St...

Eurostar trains in the renovated St Pancras Station, London. 3 exposure HDR image taken on 3rd Jan 2008, in a quiet moment between trains! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We are back from our quick trip to London, which is such a cool thing to say and do!  This was my first trip back to London in around ten years, and it was interesting to see it through my new “Parisienne” eyes.  London seemed cleaner than Paris, with no metro tickets on the sidewalks or gutters, and fewer cigarette butts, as well.  It seemed like there weren’t as many people smoking in London- perhaps they are more evolved than the Parisians in that respect.  Some people in our group felt like the Londoners were much friendlier, but I suspect that  it’s just easier to recognize friendliness when it’s demonstrated in a language one understands.  Paris is more open than London, which allows the light to be more beautiful.  Paris is , yes, just more beautiful.

The Eurostar, which is the fast train service going between Paris and London under the Channel, is a wonderful thing.  Back in the Dark Ages, when I went to school in England, one had to endure a potentially horrendous channel crossing on a ferry to get to the rest of Europe. The Eurostar is fast, quiet, and best of all, does not induce nausea and vomiting.  I loved it.  I didn’t care so much for the “light meal” they served us, but the wine was free, so that’s something.

Saturday morning we went to Borough Market, a lively food market near London bridge that was packed with people selling, buying, and tasting all kinds of delicious food.

We also did a bit of shopping.  I checked in on my old favorite store, Liberty, just to make sure it was still thriving.  It appeared to be just fine.

We went to a matinée showing of a play, Noises Off, which did not receive great reviews amongst our critics.  It’s always fun to be in an old London theater, though.

Sunday was sunnier, and we walked through London’s gorgeous parks and rode the London Eye.  Wow.

These pretty Faberge eggs were all over the city as part of a charity event.


Two crazy tourists in a phone booth.

Our last meal there was our favorite- authentic and delicious “pub grub” in a very “off the beaten path” pub.  Thanks, Mr. Concierge Guy at our hotel!

Fish and chips and a pint- soooo good.

Cheerio, Mates!


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