No Breakfast supplied today.... I don't know, we have an unusual booking with breakfast for only two days... the rest of the time we do our own thing. So we popped into a cafe that has come straight out of the 1960's and sat with the workmen who ordered bacon sandwiches and then ate them with gusto with grimy hands. The coffee was good and the price reasonable and really more than we needed for the day.
A deli on the corner looked inviting and we entered the door to the sound of loud Arabic music which was emitting from a radio placed high on a shelf. To my amazement, Di began to join in... until I realized that it was a call to prayer. I nudged her and mentioned that I didn't really think it was a song to be hummed along to. There were all sorts of delicacies to tempt the palate. Cheeses, humus in huge containers and trays of sticky sweets. I relented and purchased 4 pieces of Turkish delight and a diet coke which will last for the week. We investigated bus time tables. Our reasoning was that we would see more on a bus than an underground train. Admittedly it would be faster on the Underground but we decided to take the scenic mode of transport and 11.00 pound found us with a weekly ticket. Now where do we go? The weather began to clear from drizzling rain to intermittent sun and we rode atop the big red bus, quite pleased with decision.
What delights there are in London, the multitude of stores in Oxford and Regent Streets. A browse in Liberty of London. 1000's of people walking the streets, some in conversation to their friends and families, others talking to invisible people on the phone and most just following their life's path.Trafalgar Square, pigeons and waterfalls, an Indian low budget movie on the steps of the National Gallery and 2 hours of viewing the Grand Masters of Art. We slipped quietly into the darkened interior of St Martins-in-the-Fields and listened quietly to the rehearsal of a Mozart Concert scheduled for this evening. A lone homeless man slept in the pew behind us while a man sat in the front row and intently followed the music with invisible baton in hand.
The Crypt below the Church houses a restaurant, brass rubbing workshop and store where choir music continues the feeling of harmony.
Covent Garden and time for afternoon tea accompanied by a violin recital by 4 amazing artists...(We actually forgot to have lunch)!!!
Back to the hotel aboard the No 98 bus and an Indian takeaway on the corner supplied our dinner in front of the TV.
It's been an interesting day; we solved the problems of the world over a coke and a coffee this evening and mused at our luck. As friends even insignificant experiences have merit and value. That’s the way it should be.
