I watch movies on planes because I didn’t get the ‘sleeping upright in chair’ gene. This long flight included:
- My Old Ass (schmaltzy, touching)
- A Real Pain (character study of annoying, it’s in the title)
- Half of Tuesday with Julia Louis-Dreyfus (if Hallmark went really weird).
We had a few hours at the Charles de Gaulle Airport. I’d like to explore Paris as an adult someday. This was not that trip.
Arrived in London and rode the tube to Kensington, the public service message that looped between stops on the display is the title of this post.
We had 3 hours to kill before check-in. At this point I am a zombie from sleep deficit.
We had a Sunday roast at a local joint โ a traditional meal that includes a roast (we had chicken and beef), potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, vegetables and gravy. It was all fine, but leaned heavy on gravy for flavor. I cannot tell you what Yorkshire pudding is beyond ‘soufflรฉ bread.’
Afterward I would want a pillow, but instead we walk to the Design Museum thinking it might be mellow on a drizzly Sunday. It is not. I appreciate a large portion of the museum is dedicated to local and student design projects.
After checkin and a shower, I’d just enough gas in the tank to venture out once more for dinner: I figure, run myself ragged and get right with the timezone.
We walk to Dishoom and it would be one of my favorite meals of the trip. If this represents street food in Bombay, I have a new bucket list destination with India. It didn’t hurt that this particular Dishoom location in Kensington was built into a department store with art deco vibes.
Afterward I slept like a log.