I don’t remember what I did the first day there, but I recall it being eighty degrees, which to Londoners, is a freaking heat wave. People were sweating and walking round half naked complaining about the heat. That means I must have gone outside and I’m sure I walked around my neighborhood. I lived next door to the planetarium and Madame Tussad’s Wax Museum (I never went to either one, even on two subsequent trips to London.) The Sherlock Holmes Museum was on my block (never been there either) and I was a short walk from Regents Park (sort of London’s equivalent of Central Park), which I went to as often as possible. With their horrible weather (like Seattle), I don’t know how the British pull it off, but they have the most beautiful flower gardens of anyplace I’ve ever been. I’d wander around that park for hours sometimes and occasionally, I’d sit by the lake on one of the comfy cushioned-benches and watch the ducks play in the water or read a book. I loved that park.
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