8.7.13

LXXVI: The Last Day

Our last full day in London started with a stroll down to Seven Dials for some shopping before heading on to Highgate.

More pens than last time.



John was excited to find, as he put it,
"a head bigger than" mine.
She is inordinately fond of statues and monuments . . .









It occurs to me upon review she may simply be inordinately fond of angels.

Our final meal was at Alain Ducasse at The Dorchester. Once again, I somehow failed to merit a seat at the table, but was given a consolation prize at the end of the night.


The following morning we packed up and flew away.

No comments: