The day's plan was modest: a trip to the John Lewis department store for a little shopping. Our morning cappuccino was had near the store; then we browsed in the kitchen section. I bought a small item for Leigh.

While Mary Jo and Alice did some serious shopping in the woman's department I walked to Regent's Park and back. This walk, more of an amble, took about 3/4 hour including stopping for traffic lights. The route was along Harley Street, famous for its high end medical offices sometimes featured in P D James mysteries involving mysterious ailments or poisonings. The buildings, I suppose Georgian, are handsome. On the walk I saw my first Fiat 500 Abarth, which is a slightly higher powered Fiat 500. Mary Jo had seen one earlier in Eastbourne.

Back at John Lewis I found that Mary Jo had shopped but not bought, while Alice had shopped and bought: one dress, one blouse, one pair of jeans (not distressed), and 3 pairs of socks. Then Chris arrived and we went to lunch at the John Lewis store, where I had a vegetarian risotto and a glass of wine, and the others had other selections.

We plan for an early departure tomorrow for Gatwick/Venice/Trieste. The next entry will be on Thursday at the earliest.

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.

Not so much activity yesterday. A cappuccino after breakfast. I took a long walk on the heath,  and a nap. Alice prepared a meal for Chris and the three of us. Roast leg of lamb, potatoes, salad, some ice cream. Excellent. Conversations about old times, how we are handling our aging processes, David and Leigh's new dog.  To bed in good time and had an excellent sleep.

Up in good time and to the bus stop for our excursion of the day. The bus took Mary Jo, Alice, and I to Victoria Station where the train took us to Eastbourne. The town is on the end of the train line, seems somewhat isolated, and is on the English Channel. Katherine plus her small dog met us, and we walked to her flat. The neighborhood is spacious and the flat is in an old stately home built in 1798 by a wine merchant who made his money smuggling rum from the West Indies. It developed that Katherine is trying to sell the flat, so we first went to a neighboring flat while Katherine's flat was looked at. Tea and conversation with this neighbor, then to Katherine's flat when someone else looked at it while we were there. Then five of us (Mary Jo, Katherine, Alice, the dog, and I) went for a walk of an hour or so along the water (the English Channel). The day was windy and somewhat cold and threatening rain, but the setting was fine with a good view of the South Down and the chalk cliffs. Then back to the flat where we left the dog and picked up the neighbor, and the five of us went to a modest looking but rather nice fish restaurant for a dinner. The neighbor turns out to be a good friend of Katherine's. She has lived all over the world and has done many things; in particular, some fine watercolors. So the dinner conversation was interesting. During dinner it started raining so we had a wet walk back to the train station. We were back at the house by 8:30 and had a little brandy before retiring for the night.

A 10AM start to our touristic activities this morning. We took a bus, and then several underground trains to the Tower Hill station. At 11:30 we started the "Old Jewish Quarter" London walk. About 25 people plus the guide, an energetic somewhat older woman. The neighborhoods were part of the City and part of the East End. Many plaques on walls signifying old events, crowded streets, a very new building nicknamed "The Gherkin", some time spent in an old synagogue. The walk ended at the Liverpool Street train station where we saw a statue commemorating the events of the Kindertransport, in which a number of Jewish children were brought from Germany, out of harms way to Great Britain in August, 1939. Peter Gutkind was one of these children, at age 13. 

After the 2 hour walk we went to a local pub. Mary Jo had fish and chips, Alice had a hamburger and chips, and I had some soup. Exhausted, we came back home.

Later I went for a short walk on Hampstead Heath.

Kindertransport Memorial

Kindertransport Memorial

Bench on Hampstead Heath with a (hard to read) memorial plaque. The plaque says:

For Ben Weinreb whilst he can sit on it (1912 - ??)

Now in years bestride my eighties, This Elysian seat I have vacated,

But gentle neighbor sigh not yet, I've only moved to Somerset. (died 1999)

Alice and Mary Jo at an old Roman and medieval wall near the tower of London

This morning, after some porridge, a few errands and a cappuccino, we took the "overground" train to Islington and the Estorick museum.  This museum has a rather small collection devoted to twentieth (and twenty-first) century Italian art. There was an special exhibition of work by Alberto Burri, which I did not find so interesting. The (to me more interesting) permanent collection had cubist paintings by Severino, Balla, etc., and etchings by Giorgio Morandi. Gino Severini was an Italian, from Cortona, who lived in Paris in the first part of the twentieth century and wrote an engaging memoir of his painterly life. The photographs show a few of his paintings.

Afterwards, we walked to a restaurant of Yotam Ottolenghi for lunch. We have read some of his recipes in the Guardian. They are complicated affairs with long lists of ingredients, so naturally we were curious to try them. I had a soup and a plate consisting of 3 salads. The soup was a puree of turnip, pear,  Roquefort, and pumpkin seeds, which was excellent. Salad #1 had roasted eggplant with turmeric yoghurt, crispy onion, basil, and pomegranate seeds. Salad #2 had roasted baby potatoes with samphire [an obscure plant], broad beans, lemon, and pink peppercorns. Salad #3 had roasted squash with cardamon and preserved lemon yoghurt, spicy pumpkin seeds and parsley. In each of these the flavors were not melded, but instead mingled and distinct.  An excellent meal. Mary Jo liked her selections but Alice was not so happy with hers. There are many restaurants and interesting shops in Islington.

Then home for a nap and a short walk on Hampstead Heath. 

Etching of Giorgio Morandi

Picture of Gino Severini

View from Parliament Hill on Hampstead Heath

We arrived at Gatwick after an uneventful flight. Inspired by Newt Gingrich I selected a book about Saul Alinsky from our bookshelf, and this helped pass the time. We found  Alice her usual energetic self. The week's activities have been planned: a trip to the Estorick museum on Thursday, a "London Walk" on Friday, a trip to Eastbourne to see Katherine on Saturday, dinner with Chris on Sunday, a play on Monday, and a bit of shopping on Tuesday. Can we maintain this frenetic schedule? We shall see. In the meantime, several long naps have been taken while Alice has prepared a fragrant veal casserole for this evening.