We arrived in London after a gorgeous morning in Paris (walked to the Pompidou bookstore, sat near the Pont Louis Philippe for lunch in the sunshine, bought a sweet little dress from Petit Bateau) -- gotta love that Eurostar! It's so startling to board in one culture, disembark to another. Dinner tonight was just 'round the corner at a favourite spot that serves up all kinds of balti dishes -- much as Pater loves his duck confit, he was thrilled to pile up the butter chicken over his rice, scooping it up with his naam. Mmmmm.
dining neighbour a few weeks ago. She told us we absolutely must get to St. Gervais and wrote down precise directions -- Metro Stop, which entrance to use, which direction to turn when we left the church, what else to see in the neighbourhood.
Not too many of the public libraries I'm acquainted with come with full Romeo-and-Juliet accoutrements . . .