In yesterday's entry, I neglected to mention the three unusual occurances of yesterday: the appearance of three elegantly dressed riders on horseback riding down Belsize Lane, just as if the 20th century had never happened; three helicopters noisily buzzed our neighborhood, apparently related to the departure of the Obamas; and the torrential rains of the afternoon turned briefly to hail--shocking! Luckily, we had given in to jet lag and were lagging around the flat.
Today was our usual slow start: I rose at 9, Don at 11:30. In the morning, I talked with Melissa, the landlady, who told me that her husband, Tony, grew up in this house. When he inherited it, they planned to sell it, but then realized that it might be the best house they would ever have. Her studio (she paints large oils) is nearby, just a couple of doors away. They are leaving for Normandy for a week tomorrow, which terrifies me a little.
We ate breakfast in, and then set out for the British Library and their fantastic exhibit on sci-fi. It was amazing, but so comprehensive that we spent all afternoon there. When we got it, we traveled to Covent Garden to search our Food for Thought, where Don ate a good stir-fry. Nearby was Scoops gelateria, which Disa loved so much. We also stopped into Neals' Yard Dairy, where I bought some amazing cheeses, including a blue made with raw milk (apparently rare). We wondered around into the cute shops near Covent Garden (great shoes, bookstores, and Hello Kitty merch) and then came home to clean up before having a loud and awkward dinner ('cept that they didn't eat) dinner with Pat and Tony. Apparently Zita is going to Lourdes--yikes!
We walked home-a lovely night in Hampstead. And then I ate a lot of cheese.
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