There are often a group of men sitting outside the Turkish coffee shop where we have our morning cappuccino. Yesterday morning as an elderly woman approached, they burst into song, singing "happy birthday". We sometimes see another elderly woman in the shop who is said to be 104.

In the morning Mary Jo did some laundry. After lunch Alice went to her exercise class while Mary Jo and I took the tube the Bloomsbury area to browse through some bookstores. One could have bought, for about £50, a thick tome by Charles Lyell on geology, 7th edition. Lyell a friend of Darwin. Would Louise have liked this?

Then walked to the theatre district where we ate at a Belgium pub recommended by Chris. Mussels for Mary Jo and a warm salad involving goat cheese for me. Each dish paired with a beer recommended by the menu. Mine was a lambic beer with a definite, but not dominant, fruit flavor. 

Then to the theatre for the play, War Horse. The play is set during World War I and involves a young man and his horse. The horse is enrolled in the war, the boy follows, and they survive, battered and bruised, to the end of the war. The main interest in the play is how the horses (and other animals) are handled. Using the scaffolding of a horse, 2 men inside, another man by the side, to handle the movements. It was amazingly effective and by the end one had great sympathy for the horse as a character in the play.

Coming back we took the tube, then decided to walk to the house instead of taking a bus, then took a wrong turn and wound up taking a taxi the rest of the way.