I’m in London for a couple of days on business, and haven’t had time to write anything substantial. I do, however, really love this city. During some down time today, I wandered through Westminster Abbey, and lit a candle near the graves of Darwin and Issac Newton. The architecture is just incredible — the arches, the stained glass, the old wood, and the graves in the floor that are so old that the inscriptions are unreadable. I have to admit, the whole thing gave me a lump in the throat.
Gin and tonics are better here, because the tonic is real “Indian tonic” instead of the overly sweet stuff we get in America. People smoke everywhere, although they do seem to be getting better at segregating it for the benefit of non-smokers. But they really gotta work on breakfast — in my world, scrambled eggs shouldn’t have so much liquid they need a bowl.
Fortunately, good coffee seems to have invaded as well. So I’ll live.
And the Economist has a bookstore on Regent’s Street.
