Rode the Eurostar to London to see the Christmas lights, visit with a friend, and shop.
All goals were met wonderfully.
My approach to Eurostar is to take the standard class over. It’s a two hour + trip but then with the time change, London being an hour behind Paris, it feels like just an hour jaunt. And I usually leave quite early so I arrive about 10:30. Straight to the hotel to check the bags and then head out.
Coming back on Eurostar is different. I always start out on the reservations page booking a return in the standard class of service. Then I think about the fact that I leave at 4 and arrive at 7 something and then have to get a cab or Uber to the apartment and realize I will be missing dinner or having to fix something late after having been gone for several days – what will be left in the fridge? And then my hand moves the mouse over to Standard PREMIER that provides dinner on board. Click.
The shopping excursion was to my favorite shoe store in Harrow. OK. So I have wide feet. Sigh. They sell the best walking shoes. This was my fourth time there. And they didn’t disappoint. Now that I tango (oh how much fun it is to type those words!), I am getting used to 2.5 inch heels. My shoe store had a pair of boots with heels! I tried them on and strode through the store. Breathing air 2.5 inches higher than you are accustomed to gives you a swagger. The salesman was a bit surprised. He said most women who put on heels end up wobbling a bit. I smiled and said, “I dance tango on heels like this.” Oh that was fun to say! Needless to say, I purchased the boots.
And my other favorite place is Marks & Spencers. Perhaps I have a soft spot in my heart for them because I recall shopping there with my mom when I was nine years old while we lived in London. That plays a part, but also, they have clothes I like. I found a fabulous black downy puffy to the knees coat for cold weather. It was an awesome purchase. I have enjoyed it every day since. My wool coat goes to mid-thigh so while it is warm, my legs get chilled. The M&S coat will see much service.
And lights… Well. I think I am close to being done with Christmas lights. And markets. The lights in London are beautiful. But they are the same this year. A bit of “been there, done that.” Even here in Paris, I went to the marche at La Defense and found myself striding through quite quickly, seen that, bought that, would never want that…..
The best part of my London trip was spending the day with Amanda, my accidental friend who works at The Regent’s Pavilion in Brighton. We met as I toured the Pavilion in 2015. Struck up a conversation in the dining room about Regency England. Became Facebook friends and the rest is history. Last year I spent 3 days in Brighton. This year it was my chance to show her London. Really! I know that sounds weird, but I know London very well. Lived there as a kid for 2 years and spent 3 months there while in college. And have traveled back many times since 2007. So yes. I navigated. We laughed and laughed. Saw sights. Churchill museum and War Rooms. And ended with prime rib and Yorkshire pudding at Simpson’s in the Strand at the Savoy. So very posh. Oh. We really ended the day with me getting her on the tube in the direction of Victoria Station. I know the transportation system well too.
The worst part of the trip was when I got back to Paris and discovered that I had lost the packet of 5 socks that I had purchased. The next morning I suddenly remembered I had stuffed them into my new boots for efficient packing.
I lose so many things in the 380 sq ft apartment. It’s appalling.
Beautiful! But not Christmas. And that makes sense because the festival roots are a thanks to Mary for saving the town from a plague. The residents put lights/candles in the windows. This was normally in September but I think about 20-30 years ago, someone had the bright idea to move it to December… darker… timing for Christmas didn’t hurt. One restaurant said that in 2013 they served over 3,500 dinners in one evening! Yup. Good for tourism.
My first time in Lyons, I was introduced to the Bouchon…. 
The typical Lyonnais café/restaurant. And had the most interesting and tasty food – honey cheese! And pistachio sausage with potato sauce. Something called pimatele or near that – again cheese and potatoes and sausage. Miam Miam.
Christmas Lights
! I went over for a day and evening just for the lights. I recall as a child enjoying the lights in Regent Street – they were huge chandeliers. This year – angles with wings! And lights everywhere I turned on all the small posh streets. Loved it!
This is the year of London, apparently. I went over in September just for a day with a French friend – she told me I was her interpreter! And when we came back in the evening, she said her brain was about to explode from speaking English all day. Ha! That’s how I feel every day in Paris!
We went to see the David Hockney Portrait exhibit at the Royal Academy of Art. And stopped by the Victoria and Albert Museum where we went to the new exhibit Revolution. Totally unplanned spur of the moment. It was about the period of 1965-1973… or so… Mostly US, Britain and some French and German. It was my life. And mostly music-centric and revolution – the changes in society. Kent State. The Beatles. Vietnam. Woodstock. Even Altamont was mentioned on a sign. That’s my claim to fame. The Paris students’ revolt in 68. Great fun.
In theatre, I never worked much with costumes so I continually surprise myself with how much I enjoy these fashion shows – from Balenciaga and Gauthier and de la Renta at the De Young in SF to these in London. And the show was in a set of rooms that are closed during the summer (the Queen uses them, I guess – although I thought most of the summer she was in Scotland. Who knows?) Anyway, beautiful rooms.
And Wednesday caught the Changing of the Guard – but in different places. The guard and a band start at St James Palace and march down to Buckingham Palace. 
The guard that day were RAF so very normal blue/grey uniforms. I ended up with a walking tour and learned a great deal – gave her a 2 pound tip after. Seemed the polite thing to do when we separated. I wasn’t going to crash the entire tour! Then I marched myself over to the other side of St James Park to Wellington Barracks. This is where the other guard and band start out from. They all meet at 
Buckingham Palace and take quite a bit of time to inspect, give report, and change. The band plays on. Frankly, I got bored the last time I watched it from there – well, the action is all behind the Palace gates. So Wellington Barracks gave a new perspective. 
Then off to the Horse Guards to see how the two horses and guards were faring. Quite well.
Also, back to the Victoria & Albert for their Underwear exhibit – more clothes from the 1700 til now. And even this fig leaf… that, seriously, was made specially to cover up a statue when Queen Victoria came by to visit… Really!
You can wave your phone at a sign and Peter Pan actually calls your phone and talks to you for quite a while.
After walking through a delightful and colourful neighourhood, I made it back to Portobello Market after 30… 40 plus years. It was a weekday so it wasn’t too crowded. And not very impressive either. Lots of antiques. Some silver. Arts and crafts. I bought a small magnifying glass I thought would be good for my bag. Only 6 pounds. Sigh. Two blocks down – identical for 3 pounds. Oh well.
Holland Park was a new discovery. I was searching for Kyoto Gardens – sounded wonderful and maybe a bit of meditation. It was wonderful. And everyone else agreed with me. Too many noisy tourists to have any meaningful meditation. But the walk there and back through Holland Park was delightful. It’s like a forest! OK. It IS a forest – in the middle of London.
And then there was the THEATRE. I was able to get a ticket for No Man’s Land by Harold Pinter. (I forgot in the rush and excitement that I really don’t care for Pinter.) The two stars: Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen. Sir Ian had the bigger part – he was on stage almost… well, the entire time. They were both marvelous; it was a treat to see them. But it was still Pinter…