Woke up with D feeling under the weather, so I enjoyed a nice breakfast with Grandma & Grandpa in the club lounge. Then I headed to Knightsbridge to check out Harrod’s. It is a huge and overwhelming store. Didn’t buy anything, but glad I took a peek at it. I walked thru Hyde Park on the way to Harrod’s. It is tremendous the amount of land the park covered.
On the way back, I opted for a ride on the Underground although came to discover that the Jubilee line was closed for “works,” so I only got part way to my destination for a whopping 4 Euros (one way), which I came to discover could have been 5 Euros for a whole day pass.
Went back to the hotel to pick up D and head to South Kensington to check out Christie’s. The aforementioned Underground issues should have been an indicator to skip the Underground alas we tried it again. Only this time discovered that the Circle Line was also closed and the District line was limited. We hopped off the Underground to walk to our destination stopping along the way at The Devonshire Arms for a bite to eat.
We kept walking as the first cab driver hesitated in taking us to South Ken with the road works (seems all of London is under construction for the Olympics). That probably would have been faster in the end. We walked past a Tesco and got a container to bring the cheese that we didn’t eat in Paris back, but then walked in the wrong direction to a part of town that to quote Grandma, “I’ve never been there.” Well it wasn’t worth being there either. We hopped into a cab and headed to Christie’s arriving just after they closed – 5 minutes!
We rode back to our hotel in another cab, not wanting to risk the Underground.
We met up with Grandma, Grandpa, Mercedes and Glen. We hopped on the Underground to Covent Garden, where we discovered much like Paris “No Reservation” equals hard to find a place for dinner. We finally found an Indian restaurant for a quick pre-theater dinner before heading to see Chicago. After saying goodnight to Grandma and Grandpa, we went with Mercedes and Glen for what turned out to be very $$ martinis with the exchange rate. D and I also stopped to check out Claridge’s on the way back to our hotel – classic, luxury hotel in the very historical way.