Love that Dirty Water

The Standell’s singing Dirty Water is my Boston theme song.

You can fly to London all kinds of ways, and we debated many. With air travel so unpredictable, the chance of missing our overseas flight loomed large. We decided on a morning flight to Boston with a 6-hour layover before departing in the evening.

Lunch with my sister and her husband, a trip to the MFA, and a leisurely wait at the new JetBlue terminal seemed sane.

Lovely exhibit of John Singer Sargent’s portraits – two of which were Sassoon ladies from that lovely book, The Last Kings of Shanghai. You forget the treasures in your own back yard.

So far I seem like a rock star travel agent. Saw this New Yorker cartoon and thought it perfectly described how I’d like the trip to go.

Now I just hope we can get a bit of sleep on the plane after all our traipsing around. These two are what we aspire to.

Talk to you from London.