[The Sherlock Holmes Pub. The only real outing we’ve had.]
When your forty feet from the ‘largest bookstore’ in Europe, it’s hard to get bored. But alas, the usual ‘bug’ has hit us. We took the Red Eye from JFK to London on Sunday afternoon. Thinking we were going to get some stuff done…we both crashed in our hotel…for most of the day. On Monday, we toured the National Gallery, maybe ten minutes walk. But we both began to feel that our systems weren’t quite right.
I mean how many Botticelli’s and Caravaggio’s can a guy take in? And the Ruben gallery? Not my body type.
Our hotel is a 4* on Piccadilly Street. What was it we picked up? A cold from the week in NYC? I doubt it, because there’s the incubation period to think about. Was it the ‘airplane air’? Maybe…I’ve had some bad luck recently.
[Center entrance to the National Gallery.}
So, it’s Monday night and we both pretty much stayed put, sleeping and feeling congested and feverish.
I never got out doors today. But I feel a lot better, in case anyone is wondering. Mariam is running a low-grade fever. It’s chilly and rainy out.
How are we going to complete our plans? The Ripper Tour? Saint Paul’s Cathedral? Highgate Cemetery? The Royal Greenwich observatory ?
Some things will just have to wait.
[All photos are mine.]