The day began looking towards our last train ride in Great Britian. First a light breakfast at a coffee shop owned by a Spanish woman who served up a fresh home made potatoe tortilla, we would have called it a frittata. Then up the stairs came a tray of fresh cinnamon rolls. Totally down for more, and we did. Heck, we were going to walk 1.2 miles to the train station, what trouble is splitting a cinnamon roll, right? We have the walk down having completed it the day before on our trip to The Cotswolds.
The train was 5 coaches, we had reserved seats, it terminated in London Piccadilly station. It was packed, PACKED. A total body crush trying to get to our seats with our light back packs and two small carry-ons. Dennis being rugged and dutiful braced the packed train aisle, manifesting to the surprise of friends (and himself) why he was 2nd team all district offensive lineman. No injuries to self or foe and the objective of an open (and reserved) seat was secured.
London, so far is a lovely city. I can tell from the start that we don't have enough time, desire or discretionary money to do all that would be appealing. Just something left for another day. To cap it off we did our last laundry at a mat staffed with an attendant. Man, was she nice AND helpful. We were both pretty hungry and Dennis was getting grumpy so off to a early dinner which was fantastic. Also close to our lodging. After dinner we took the mile stroll down to The Thames River. On the way back walked around St. Paul's Cathedral, calm disturbed only by a motorcycle club revving it through town. Then Dennis had a hunch of leaving the pub without paying but really wasn't sure. He just can't let it go when not certain, so he poked his head in the pub to find he had NOT paid and the 2 bar tenders had placed a bet whether he would come back to pay. Nice to have a clear conscience.
Now to plan the next 3 days. Hmmmm




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