October 4, 2022 A little different post for today.
Looking down from the bedroom window in our apartment we can see the food prep area of the small café across the alleyway. They only are open for breakfast and lunch.
Our favorite eating premises, it has been around on this corner for over 800 years. They have a pamphlet describing the history of the White Hart and the immediate area. For example, Karl Marx and Freidrich Engles lead discussions and seminars in large room at the rear of the building. Born in 1650 in the lane behind the White Hart (which is where our apartment is located) was Nell Gwyn who became the mistress of King Charles II.
Someone is happy!
My kind of pub food.
While eating we able to observe this strange custom the English appear to have. After eating they position themselves on the floor and stretch. We guessed it was to provide room for dessert.
Just because we are in England doesn’t mean we can’t order needed items from Amazon. The post office a minute away from the apartment is a pickup location for Amazon deliveries.
Most every day is a play day, This was today’s. We really like the location we are staying at as we have been able to walk to every play we have seen in 10 minutes or less.
This was a two man play with plenty of scary effects. It also included a ghost (The Woman in Black) who would appear at times. Then it was over and the two actors took their bows, the ghost never appeared to take a bow which we thought fit in very nicely with what the paly was all about. Did the character known as the actor really see a ghost or was it just his imagination.
Linda’s gin and tonic (after she drank it).
As always, our theater selfie.
Getting that selfie isn’t always easy. My first attempt.
Second attempt. The third time was a charm.
At Linda’s suggestion we stopped at the Quik Shop down the street from the apartment on our way back from the theater and look what they had in the cooler. My favorite.
In case anyone wondered what we bought from Amazon. A four USB outlet with US, UK, Europe and Aussie plugs. We have too many things charge with USB cables, or we had before we bought this. It works great.
Nice post. Whereabouts in London is that? I ask, because some years ago I read a book by the sci-fi master Arthur C. Clarke called “Tales from the White Hart”, which was set in a pub of the same name in a side-street between Fleet Street and the Embankment that, when I tracked it down, looked very much like the one in your photo – at least in my memory! It was decent book, too – all short stories featuring a cast of recurring characters including the author himself and fellow sci-fi luminaries like Brian Aldiss and John Wyndham (a favourite of mine).
It’s on High Holborn. And just like what happens in Clarke’s stories, his White Hart didn’t exist as such.