Wednesday, October 31/2012
Back in London, at the Baron's Hotel, just off Queensway, and out rediscovering the percolating street from the first tube station down by Hyde Park to our corner by the flower market where a black man sways as he plays Mancini on the trombone. There are two pubs and more restaurants than we can easily count - several each of Asian (Chinese and Indian), Lebanese, Russian, Brazilian - as well as a steakhouse and a contingent of at least six of the usual fast food chains. Sadly, the Tesco around the corner is gone. surprisingly, too, as it was always crowded with long queues of locals taking their fruit and vegetables, pastries and bottles of wine, to the multiple checkouts.
Back in London, at the Baron's Hotel, just off Queensway, and out rediscovering the percolating street from the first tube station down by Hyde Park to our corner by the flower market where a black man sways as he plays Mancini on the trombone. There are two pubs and more restaurants than we can easily count - several each of Asian (Chinese and Indian), Lebanese, Russian, Brazilian - as well as a steakhouse and a contingent of at least six of the usual fast food chains. Sadly, the Tesco around the corner is gone. surprisingly, too, as it was always crowded with long queues of locals taking their fruit and vegetables, pastries and bottles of wine, to the multiple checkouts.
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