With a beautiful blue sky yesterday, we opted to spend the afternoon in Greenwich (near where I lived with the family in 1973). Boy, did the memories come flooding back. George and I got hopelessly lost and separated from the rest of the family going through the Maritime Museum in '73. Remember that, George? We managed to keep all 3 kids in sight as they frolicked around the hill behind the Queen's House. Even when they each had one foot in the eastern hemisphere and the western hemisphere (Prime Meridien!), we didn't lose them.
Later we took in traditional fish and chips for our last evening in London. Since Kay has been so spot-on with the food recommendations, we went to her favorite pub, The Grenadier, a very difficult-to-find lovely old pub in a back mews sandwiched somewhere between Belgrave Square and Knightsbridge. We only found it with the help of some fellow revellers on their way to the same watering hole. Don't know that we could find it again. But it was well worth the hunt--a lovely fire (yes, it was THAT cold) and a great atmosphere. We will miss London and the UK very much.
Sid - I do remember that - it was quite traumatic. Not like today when you just lose your mind.
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