Planes, trains, taxis and buses

We arrived at Heathrow at 8:00 Greenwich Mean Time (I just love to say it). With no bags to wait for, we breezed through Passport Control and headed to Heathrow Express, then a taxi, then the flat.

This flat is in the same complex as the one we took last year, but a bit smaller and a bit more utilitarian. It’s adequate, but it won’t be a repeat. Great location though.

We washed our faces and headed for coffee. We didn’t brave Ottolenghi today in our sleepless state, but settled on Cafe Paul for my very favorite Pastel de Nata.

We took in the neighborhood again, Conrans closed, a Swedish coffee place opened, and the homeless guy living in the church alcove has moved.

Daunt Books is still alive and well. The Fromagerie is as charming as ever. The shops in the High Road were getting ready for Christmas and we found out the name of that hip restaurant we always walk by (Granger and Company). Paul met us after school and guided us through the city.

Selfridges was amazing – food and decor.

Next up was Liberty, with all its fineness. (No Goutal candles in sight!). We smelled a few others, but nothing beats that candle.

We stopped for a quick bite and Paul went home to get Abi, and Kirsten and I took the bus back and went to the Wallace collection.

The Wallace Collection never disappoints!

We stopped by Durrants, just to wander through, on our way home – always so English.

Home to rest for a minute, then a quick dinner with Abi and Paul on Baker Street.

What a lovely day! We are both on fumes, and ready for bed. More adventures tomorrow!