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.
Taxi drivers who speak English= luxury!
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.