Wednesday


So I'm in a phone booth.   Call me a tourist.  Shame on me.

So I'm in a phone booth. Call me a tourist. Shame on me.

On this day we started out in Soho, having coffee at a chain coffee shop named Cafe Nero. We had to hang out there because the Silver Moon Women’s Bookshop had closed its store front three days before we visited the store. A disappointment, but it was on Charing Cross Road, the setting for one of my favorite books, 84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff. We walked by the spot where it appeared to me 84 Charing Cross Road would belong, but it was now a Pizza Hut. A vast unimprovement. We also stopped by Vintage Magazine where I picked up a couple gifts, and also by Prowler, to name a few stops. We had lunch at Livebait.

In the evening I visited the Victoria and Albert Museum (which I viewed with both my eyes). I particularly enjoyed the Radical Fashion exhibit, which showed clothing I have never seen anybody wear, nor can I imagine anybody wearing.

I also managed to buy some more books (I bought two in Cheltenham) — this time (finally) falling victim to Harry Potter, although since I was in England, I found Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone–not the American Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. (Check out the £499.99 offer!) I purchased all four in paperback and started reading the first one Wednesday night.

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