I’ve read essays suggesting the British are a country of old souls.
When I was 14 my parents took me to Italy. We visited St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. Oddly, it had the unintended effect of turning me off to religion for life. Westminster reinforced that early lesson.
RBD and I have decided to open a pub here and brainstormed names on the way home from dinner.
Wednesday I spent the afternoon with Robert, the Head of Lighting at the BBC’s HQ here in London.
I dropped my bags and headed to The Imperial War Museum London, located south of The Thames.
Like with most stories, this one begins with a girl.
Hello! And welcome to another trip.
Cleared for Departure 