London, Day 1

...And Here We Are!
After settling in to our hotel, The Pelham in south Kensington, we headed out for a little walk through the neighbourhood to Kensington gardens and Hyde Park. Jekyll Park was closed. ;-)


A took pictures mainly of cars.



Mrs. Farrago concentrated on trees and leaves....

I only took pictures of the cool stuff

We were only staving off sleep, for we wanted to save that for later when it would count…like after noon, so we just wandered a bit. Mrs. Farrago saved my and A’s lives when she shouted out to us as we crossed a street gawking at a double-decker bus. The cab driver never flinched as he nearly creamed two tourists. I think they get points for that.

We wandered around until A grew fangs and started foaming at the mouth and swearing in quite an impressive street Latin, and Mrs. Farrago said, “It’s time to feed the boy.”

We wandered further, looking for a convenient, quick, simple place, but we wound up at an Italian restaurant with sidewalk seating. A ordered the breaded calamari, Mrs. Farrago ordered the prawns with avocado, and I ordered the grilled salmon. It was all good, except for Mrs. Farrago’s prawns. They were a little chewy.

Then we retired to the room where we all took a brief nap until 5:00, when we prepared for our dinner date.

The whole group was at Ebury, on uh... Ebury Street, save for the three or four who had to work in Colorado Springs through Saturday, and are no doubt by the time of this writing on their way here.


There was a table set up for the children, and A made a beeline for the cute 17-year-old niece of the company owner(!). As drinks and food were served, we glanced at him from time to time and saw that he was engaged in conversation with the kids who sat near him, and that he was not sulking in a corner afraid to mingle.

Dinner ended as most people were ready to drop, and we returned to the Pelham, and turned in for the night.

Sunday -- The (Leaning?) Tower of London and the Royal Family Jewels... er, I mean The Crown Jewels.