Today Harriet became a citizen of the United States of America. We took a day trip to London to achieve this, and spent hours and dollars at the United States Embassy. We finished in plenty of time for a look about.
I have read thousands of words on thousands of pages about London. I have read so much about it, both fiction and non, that in a way it was strangely familiar. (We walked past where Peter Wimsey’s flat at 110a Piccadilly would be–it’s the Park Lane Hotel.) Or maybe it seemed familiar because it has a flavor much like Boston; the cobbles, the grand buildings, the shady tree-lined streets, the cuisines and languages of the world, the sense of history. But it shouldn’t have seemed so familiar because I have never been to London before.
I saw London for the first time on foot with a nursing baby and a newly potty-trained toddler. It was absolutely wonderful. Alex took us on a walking tour from Grosvenor Square to Buckingham Palace to Westminster Abbey to Trafalgar Square…I approve of it, as Elizabeth says to Mr. Darcy of Pemberly. “I have never seen a place more happily situated. I approve of it very much indeed.”