London, England I had a great trip getting here – a bulkhead seat on the aisle, with an empty seat next to me. If one is forced to fly economy, it just doesn’t get any better.
I dropped my bags at the flat I am renting and wandered around my new neighborhood. It seems to have all the conveniences one would require — a Boots for any drugstore needs, a big Tesco Express for groceries, the inevitable Pret A Manger for sandwiches, Chipolte and KFC. What more could I ask for? It was surprising to see a West Elm store airlifted from the US, but it is indeed here.
I am staying on Goodge Street in Fitzrovia, adjacent to Bloomsbury and the British Museum. Does anyone else fondly remember Judy Collins singing “Sunny Goodge Street” in the 70’s? It still occupies space in my head.
Just a short tour of the ‘hood. Jet lag has struck, so more tomorrow.
