Eggs and beans on toast at the Troubador.
My feet. They have suffered some serious abuse, between the flying, walking, falling, sandals and cramped spaces the past few days. Poor things. And they'll have to get me around a lot more when I go to the continent.
To Paris and Amsterdam Wednesday-Saturday.
How this is my life.
winding up a lost, confusing day. Without Carl, I got myself so lost. But it's one of those cloud/silver lining things. I took a ton of photos of things I might not otherwise have seen, including the lovely Marylbone station.
I had fish and chips and a pint of Guinness in Camdentown and finished some post cards.
I'm at the EasyInternetCafe in a Burger King in Piccadilly Circus. It's almost 1 am and someone left £1 credit, so I've been online basically for free for nearly an hour.
Did not accomplish much today, but there is always one lost day on any trip and this was it.
The time is going so fast and I only have one more partial day in London. Will be back as soon as I can. If not soon, certainly next year.
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