Crisis on the Continent
It started out nicely, up early, a crisp sunny autumn day, check out, cab up to St. Pancras, Eurostar to Paris. Last time I took Eurostar it was from Waterloo, a charming station but without the guts for a powerhouse…
Piccadilly Whip
SS tries to make his way into the Tate Modern Another nice day. And they call it London. We took coffee in a St. James Cafe Nero which used to be the rectory of a church, then tubed to…
Don’t be alarmed ladies and gentlemen. Those chains are made of stainless steel.
We were standing on Bond Street across the street from the Opera Gallery where there was a giant sculpture of an ape, think King Kong not Gorillas in the Mist, ten feet tall six feet wide. It was, excuse the…
I thought the major was a lady suffragette
The priority check-in was fast and the priority security slow (you have to take your laptop and fluids out of your luggage, have these people never flown before?) and the lounge packed and the plane full. But it was a…
Yes, it’s a travel blog.
Harper’s recently reported that about two-thirds of the one billion Indians living in India have access to a mobile phone whereas just over half have access to a toilet. We’ve decided to forgo the mobile phone and blog. I promise…