A lovely First Class Virgin Atlantic flight, a successful key hand over at Clare Court, and I was settled back in my little English flat.  I have a wonderful feeling of coming home in this pleasant neighborhood sitting between Kings Cross and Russell Square.

After my pal Nigel warned me that Foyles Books, my favorite London book store, was under attack from Amazon, I made an early pilgrimage to Foyles.  As I entered I went up to the information desk and said “say it ain’t so..”  He looked at me strangely.  I said, “Bezos, Amazon”.  He assured me the deal wasn’t done and agreed that buying more books might help.  So, I obliged.

I had an early Saturday wake up to make it to the Tate Modern’s special Member’s Hours for the last week of the Picasso exhibit.

I love Picasso and this chance to see the exhibit under less the jam-packed conditions was great.  His use of shape and color and his imagination were so exceptional.  It made for a great morning.

A weekend walk took me past St. Pancras Church, or “the Church of the blessed Pancreas,” as Sally Krahn and I call it.  It is a lovely old church and the church yard has some wonderful pieces of sculpture in it.  Its oe of the lovely things about London.

Today is September 11th and I decided to visit Saint Bride’s, “the journalists’ church on Fleet Street.  It was  a touching visit and the memorials to journalists past and present on this

  solemn day had special meaning.  The church crypt had exhibits and artifacts from churches on the site over some 1500 years.  So glad John Kelly suggested this place.

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