Day 2. So much for “taking it easy.”
1. We walked to St Dunstan-in-the East. The church was destroyed in the Blitz but they planted a beautiful peaceful garden within the ruined standing walls.
2. Next stop the picturesque Leadenhall market (popular with Harry Potter fans.)
3. Emergency shopping at Marks and Spencer to buy a warm “jumper” and two thick scarves for me. 69 degrees with a brisk wind off the Thames is apparently just a summer day here, but I’ve been cold.
4. Lunch with the financial crowd at wine bar. I had a salmon sandwich.
5. Off to our nearest underground station, by the remains of the Roman wall at the Tower of London.
6. After one harmless flub (took the wrong line) we soon figured out the underground and our Oyster cards.
7. A visit to the magnificent St. Paul’s cathedral. John climbed to the Golden Gallery in the dome (528 steps!) for a great view of all London. I made it to the Stone Gallery, although that was pushing it at 376 steps. The problem was once you started you were committed, as there was one narrow steep staircase up and another down.
8. Tube back ride at rush hour back to our neighborhood, and yet another trip to Tesco Express.
9. Curry sounded like a good idea in theory, and we found a a classy Thai restaurant on the next street. Everything is topsy turvey with the time change and our bodies don’t like it. I spent a long night tossing and turning with heartburn, a novel malady for me. My sweet husband went out early and came back with an unpleasant but effective remedy that tastes like anise, my least favorite flavor.
Long story short, I haven’t left the apartment yet this morning, but making use of the time by figuring out the washer, a clever little contraption that both washes and dries.
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