by Brenda W. Clough
My husband has never been to England. He routed through Heathrow once, on his way to more distant parts. So clearly we had to come early and Do All The Tourist Things. A significant fraction of the planetary population is doing the same thing this week; London is something like Disneyland only with crime. All the trains are full, every restaurant and pub is crowded, all the sights are thronged, and the bobbies look harried and tired. However! This does not slow us down at all!
Here I am sitting on the edge of the big fountain in Trafalgar Square. Surely this is the navel of the world; loiter here long enough and everybody passes this spot. We also went into the National Gallery and saw the Van Dyck painting of George Gage, who is the spitting image of the hero of mu novel. And we got cheap tickets to see THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING ERNEST, which is not quite the Wilde play — if there is interest I can discuss.