No one gave me a scarf, which means it wasn’t as a good a day as yesterday. But still a good day.
The handyman (the host’s word) came early this morning and changed out the faucet. Without bothering much of anyone. Kudos.
Then off on the donut crawl. Or is it “doughnut” (at least one shop spelled it this way).
The first was an interminable walk from the flat, and, bc of my blogging.
The first place seems to have had a deal of sourdough donuts. OJ and I decided we weren’t fans (we both had the banana caramel peanut butter) bc it was too doughy. Chewy.
The second place wasn’t so far away, but to say it was obscure would be an understatement. We went somewhere near Seven Dials (famed in murder mystery fame) and down an alley into a blind alley, to its very end.
They only had three types of filled donuts: chocolate, vanilla and raspberry. OJ and I got the raspberrry (if you haven’t picked up on this, there’s something of a challenge going on here). It was very, very good. The filling was not jelly as much as jam, very tart with lots of seeds. Yum.
The third place had donuts with weird names. There was the Hans Rolo and the Snack Enron (I had neither). I had a cinnamon roll; OJ had the Hans Rolo. GB got the doh! Nut (why it was pink…???)
They let me win the challenge (I was the only one able to finish my 3rd donut) and away we went.
We ended up in Covent Garden. There was some minor shopping, and there’s a video of a guy on a ladder holding 3 swords. He talked more than anything…and got people to vote on how many clothes he took off. He took off his kilt, even though I’m pretty sure the noes had it. He then told us that was what 45 looked like. :). He juggled for a minute and collected money.
OH, yeah, almost forgot, I got GB and GBRM their wedding present. There was a string quartet playing in the piazza and the leader said they did weddings but it was cheaper to just buy the CD and use a CD player. :). And they needed the money now. So I bought the Cd for them. (Not sure they know about CDs, but isn’t it the thought that counts?)
We then did one of the “10 hidden things to do in London.” It couldn’t stayed hidden. We went up to the terrace in the Royal Opera House. It’s “only” the third story AND it’s not exactly located with great views, other than the obvious one down into Covent Garden.
We then trekked off to Regent’s Park. There was, as there has been on this trip, much too-ing and fro-ing about how to get from here to there and this time I wasn’t happy where Google maps had us get a bus to and where to get off — it seemed farther from the park and what we wanted to see than it might have been. I then maybe led us a bit out of the way. :)
BTW my Fitbit as we sat down there about 130 said I had 17000 steps. Everyone else was at 8 or 9000. My Fitbit isn’t being accurate.
The point of Regent’s Park was to see Queen Mary’s Garden, which is about as large a collection of roses as you might ever see. The collage gives you a feel for the many colors.
Back to the flat via taxi (I had more than 17000 steps :)) and we had eggs Benedict (half order) across the street for late lunch. I would add a picture, but there is a 3 picture rule.
We then went to the play. We saw Richard 3 at the Globe. Seeing a play was on OJ’s must-do list. I’m not sure R3 is really the ! you want to use to sell Willie Shakes, but you gotta take what they give you.
It was the official opening night. It was also a bit brisk.
But we had great seats: middle gallery, almost dead center.
The play was a hodge-podge production that one can definitely call “interesting.” For Michael and Barb, we start with the “postmodern” costuming — there was a lot of whatever involved. At one point Richard wore a green jacket made of fake fur. I’m not doing it justice.
The play was cast with what was described in Time Out as an all not male cast. 🤷 That Richard came out in a couple scenes with plastic abs was “interesting.”
The play builds to a crescendo with death after death and then kind of peters out, especially in this version, where there really wasn’t a Bosworth battle scene, despite proving they could do a battle scene by opening with one, and cutting the play’s most famous lines about not having a horse! The actor who played Richard was particularly good, which was important, and they milked the music and the funnier lines, but it was uneven as a whole.
Then the repeated problem of getting home from there. Three of us ended up in a cab that did a U-turn to get us on the south side of St Paul’s, which is a fair walk already from the Globe. The others gave up on catching a cab and got the Tube back from St Paul’s.
Life.
Not a bad day. Lots of ground (literally) covered. And there must be funny bits I haven’t mentioned. But that’s what comes with having one chronicler. ):
Manana is our last day.
Pout.
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