I arrived around 7:30 a.m. at Heathrow with very little sleep, thanks to the woman behind me who coughed the entire flight and when she wasn’t coughing, kicked my seat. But I grit my teeth and bore it, for I knew when the plane landed, I’d be in Anglophile Heaven a/k/a London.
We had a funny, loquacious driver who whisked us to our hotel, the InterContinental Park Lane, in no time flat, even though many of the streets in central London were closed off to traffic. That’s because today was the Queen’s Speech at the opening of Parliament; she traditionally travels by carriage, attended by her horse guards, which we got a quick glimpse of before they headed off to Buckingham Palace (and, by the way, I can see from my hotel room window!) on their way to the houses of Parliament.
So after a casual breakfast where we met our other travel companions, we took a short siesta, then headed off for a light lunch and spa treatment. I got a massage, which I sorely needed — my right shoulder is in knots. I figured after this, I’d fall on face with exhaustion, but it actually revived me, and I headed off for a long walk down Piccadilly, where I did some shopping at Fortnum & Mason and Waterstones, before doing some holiday window gazing in the Burlington Arcade, and more shopping on Regent Street. Now I’m back in my hotel room, getting ready for dinner (Theo Randall! Very excited!!) and then an early bedtime.
Ok, some general comments:
* I’m pretty sure I saw Judy Dench walking outside our hotel this afternoon. (ETA: confirmed by hotel manager that she, along with Nigella Lawson, were here today for some charity event.) And one of our travel companions told us Ralph Fiennes had drinks at the bar downstairs last time she was here. I’m a married woman and all, but boy did that bit of gossip/news set my pulse on fire. 
* Twice today I was mistaken for a Brit, once by a British Red Cross volunteer, who looked really surprised when I said, “I’d love to sign your petition but I’m an American” and added, “But I’m flattered you took me for a native.” She laughed and said, “You *do* look like a native.” (I left my fanny pack and baseball cap at home. Shucks.) The other was a Brit asking me how to find some shop around Saville Row. He apologized for bothering me when I told him I was a tourist.
*Oh yes, the apologies. It’s so hard getting used to saying “sorry” for “excuse me.”
*People speak so quietly here — and it’s a blessed relief. The stores are quiet, even when they’re packed. I don’t even mind people who walk while talking on their mobiles because you can’t hear them. The only thing is, I’m constantly saying, “Sorry?” to hotel staff and people; I tend to stand farther away as I expect to have my ears blasted off.
Dinner at Theo Randall was lovely. I can’t go into too much detail — need to save it for work — but afterwards he came out to say hello afterwards. I had smoked eel for a starter, then a pasta with shaved white truffles for my main. My favorite dishes were in dessert (of course) — a pannacotta rich with vanilla, and my most favorite, a refreshing clementine sorbet. I could have eaten a couple bowls of it alone.
Tomorrow I’ll take some pics. We’re supposed to get a bit of snow on Thursday, which should be interesting.
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Thanks for the update! It’s sounds like so much fun to be there, with it being so close to Christmas.
London cab drivers are always entertaining. Well worth the money.
Nothing worse than zombie mode after getting off that morning flight! But like you said, it’s so hard to be tired when you’ve just arrived in Anglophile heaven.
You sure arrived during some crap weather! It’s zero C outside with whipping wind and lashing rain. I hope you’re enjoying your ‘British Experience’ – and I hope the weather clears up a bit for you.
And if you do decide to wear your ‘Fanny Pack’ make sure you refer to it as a ‘Bum Bag’ – being an Angliphile, I’m sure you know why.
Oh, lucky you! I am intensely jealous! My husband is a Brit, and we were married in Cambridge (12 years ago….yikes!) and lived west of London for just over a year, then we moved to Ohio. (Sigh) I miss England, we both do…hoping to move back in two years. Have a cream tea for me, will you?
Diana,
Oh, this all sounds so lovely it’s making me ache with loneliness (if that’s the right word) for my favorite city. (I lived in London for 2 years in the 90s). Just thinking about wandering around the West End shopping, and saying “sorry” instead of “excuse me” and putting the kettle on after being out in the damp all day makes me weepy.
Denise