The queen of No. 10

Some leftovers, for those of you dining on Thanksgiving dinner.  Some bits and pieces, for those of us in the rest of the world.  Yes, I know in Britain ‘my bits and pieces’ means private parts. Jonathan and I attended a dinner last night with some 45 men...

When can their glory fade?

At this time of year the slanted light is more golden in London than it is in Toronto. It graces the autumn leaves on Hyde Park’s ground, the sparkling water in the Diana Memorial, the birds gliding along the Serpentine Lake, and the faculty-free man compelled to walk...

A trip to Tring

I took the train this week to Hertfordshire, 40 minutes north of London, where there are a handful of extremely picturesque villages, the Chiltern Hills, and an arts education school called Tring Park.  The weather was Keats’ “season of mists and mellow...

Madame Tussaud’s

Let’s face it.  I’ve come here so you don’t have to. The Madame Tussauds Wax Museum (featuring Scream and the Spirit of London ride) takes up a block on Marylebone Street. I’m here because I’m too chicken for the London Dungeon, which has...

Stuff for the sarcophagus

The British Museum has lost none of its charm since I was last there five years ago.  It still looks like the Parthenon plunked in the middle of Bloomsbury. I had made a resolution not to visit the gift shop until I had seen the Egyptian mummies and I kept it.  The...
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