Ah, London!

The first night we were here, we contented ourselves with sharing a steak and ale pie and a chicken and mushroom pie in the Marble Arch district.  Very British.

Last night, we had very good Punjabi food at a restaurant in Covent Garden called, oddly, “Punjab.”  Excellent food, including the best naan I’ve ever tasted.

But that was not until we had spent several hours in the Egyptian sculpture hall of the British Museum, followed by a visit to the Assyrian reliefs of Sennacherib’s BC 701 siege of the Judean city of Latish in 701 BC, and, of course, an obligatory inspection of the famous Greek marble sculptures from the Parthenon.

Then, after dinner and on a whim, we attended a piece of very pleasant and entertaining romantic-musical fluff called Half a Sixpence at the Noel Coward Theatre, near Leicester Square.  In a version before Cameron Mackintosh got to it — he owns the Noel Coward Theatre — this play was my wife’s first high school theatrical experience.  (She went on to major in theater at BYU.)

We walked everywhere, on Charing Cross Road and and Tottenham Court and all over the area, but especially up and down Oxford Street, past Selfridges and any number of other well-known establishments.  I’ve long been glad that I didn’t marry a shopper!

I’m not sure that he shared my passion for countryside and islands and, especially, for mountains, but I can certainly agree with the great Samuel Johnson’s quip that, “When a man is tired of London, he’s tired of life.”

Posted from London, England