The train from London to Southampton was easy to navigate. We bought our tickets the day before and checked out our route. The last thing you want to do is miss the ship. We met Duane and Nick on the train, and they knew exactly where they were going. Indeed, they were heading to The Bliss too, and we all became fast friends.
From York to London on the train and to a neighborhood full of character–Seven Dials, where the only hotel on the street awaited us. They are renovating and putting in an elevator, so I won’t bother to talk about the murderous Victorian staircase. The price was right, and my friend was very forgiving–even when the dust from the comforter nearly took her out. Mostly, it was clean and the bathroom was almost large enough to navigate. It did inspire a lighter diet. And we always knew when it was one a.m. because that’s when the bottles are recycled on Monmouth Street.
Fortunately, we were within walking distance of The Crypt at St. Martin of the Fields, where the food was lovely and quite a bargain. It sustained us while we walked the streets of London.
The black swans and Beefeaters and the castle and the nice ship and the crown jewels… The Queen’s job does come with a few perks, but the responsibilities must feel endless. Poor Dear deserves a good cup of tea at the end of the day. We had our tea at Harrod’s. Did you know you may buy a Porsche there too?
Crossing the Atlantic 