We wake up (if you can call it that) and hear the rain fall. Great reason to go back to sleep. There’s the excuse of jetlag -which we don’t have- but I will go with the fact that a lazy day was in order and that the weather provided the perfect excuse.
I’ve been wanting to see The Great Gatsby in 3D so once I get cabin fever we bus it out to Covent Gardens to see it. Turns out we had the wrong theater but ended up seeing it in a huge screen but not in 3D. I wanted to love it. I didn’t. But I didn’t dislike it. It had good and bad. A bit disappointed in the visuals. Not an explosion of color and movement as Moulin Rouge was. Some elements were a bit overused. Leo did a great job. Bit slow and then rushed on a resolution.
Next day is moving day and the weather still a bit yucky. It has been unseasonable cold in this part of the world, or at least in London. I take a walk around “my” neighborhood of Fulham and buy some things that will keep me warm. By the time I arrive at the flat it’s check out time and the cleaning lady is already there.
Off we go to The Gore, our next residence in London. We chose The Gore Hotel because it is a block and half from The Royal Albert Hall where Eric Clapton is playing and whose concert we are attending twice. More on that later.
Our room 208 (Miss Ada) is not ready yet so we wait in the Green Room, not the anteroom before a performance but a much civilized tea room. A coffee table book of Jimmy Choos’ shoes and a cup of tea entertains me. So does my computer. The hotel is 150 years old, the building it is housed in is 200 years old. We are in old London, in Kensington and a residential area.
The room is a corner room. All is old except for the double pane windows which shields us from any traffic noise. In the bathroom a surprise. A “throne” for a toilet with pull chain and all. I laugh when I use it the first time (and do so every time thereafter). The room has such a proper English feel to it.
The weather hasn’t improved by the time of the concert but I still wear my highest heels, get a hotel umbrella and off we go to see Eric Clapton! A snack in one of the RAH’s bar sets the mood for the night.
And then there is Eric!
I am liking London much more than I have ever liked it from my previous trips.
Nighty, night. Come with me tomorrow… we are going to be kids all over again and the day after we will have more of Eric Clapton. We’ll have fun. You’ll see.