Jarrett House NorthSecond verse, same as the first.

I flew into London yesterday morning, and my arms aren’t tired. And surprisingly the rest of me isn’t either. I got almost ten hours of sleep last night, and while I did wake bolt upright at 4:30 this morning I’m still feeling pretty good and not particularly jet lagged. It’s been gorgeous here, much nicer than it was when I last visited twelve years ago (granted, that was in February).

Things I’ve done so far: 

1. Walked around the south side of Kensington Park, taking in the sights.
2. Gotten lost in Harrods.
3. Watched people queue around a city block for hours to go to the French Embassy to vote in yesterday’s election.
4. Learned how much you can pay for unreliable hotel wifi.
5. Evaluated several pubs in the vicinity of my hotel and found a keeper. 
6. Figured out how to navigate the Underground (or reminded myself) and to get my tickets for the National Rail Service.

And that was the first day. Should be a fun trip.