We rejected Heathrow Express train from the airport to downtown yesterday in favour of the considerably slower but much cheaper Underground ( a savings of about 40 pounds between us). We questioned our budget when the Piccadilly Line experienced stoppages that brought our trip to over 90 minutes when the Express would have been 30. . . And 90 minutes for travelers who boarded a late afternoon flight some 11 or 12 hours earlier might have been a different 90 minutes than those experienced by other commuters....
|Inside the British Museum|
Still, we had little luggage to wrestle, we knew our way to the hotel, the trains are quite safe and clean, and we finally arrived in our hotel to be warmly recognized and welcomed by one of the owners. Yes, we did have to carry our bags up to our top floor room, 40 or 50 stairs. And yes, the room is small and spartan, but it's also clean and bright and it overlooks an elementary school, so that the ambient sound ranges from quiet to happy and loud.
I haven't quite shaken my sads yet, although the anxiety over travel has settled. I get crankier than I want to about the coolish, wet weather and the inadequacy of my carryon's contents. Still, I focus on how easy it was to lug that small case up the stairs and on and off the Tube.
And to balance the frugalities of our budget, Pater responded to my interest in a theatre billboard yesterday evening by inquiring at the Box Office, with the happy result that we saw Imelda Staunton in Good People last night. What a magnificent performance!
Today, the aforementioned grumpiness over the rain was somewhat mitigated by a foray into the British Museum, followed by a very nice lunch in a delightfully decorated bistro in Bloomsbury. And Pater has splurged away more of our savings by ordering tickets to Kevin Spacey performing Darrow at the Old VIc tonight.
I haven't figured out how to caption these photos in Blogsy, but they are primarily of the interior of the Great Hall at the British Museum, where I was struck again by the totem poles from my part of the world, particularly by the way their language of materials, motifs, and techniques speaks in the context of European architecture, so differently than in the context of the rain forests of their/my home. The bottom photo is of the charming murals and the ceiling of the wee Bloomsbury bistro Le Savoir Faire...
So there you have it: my first report from Abroad. time to get changed for the show now. Chat soon. As always, comments much appreciated although it will take me longer to acknowledge than usual.