Instead of writing about day 3, which I will do another day because right now I am very tired and my tummy hurts, I am going to show you my favorite picture that I took there.
Okay, technically, I didn’t take the picture. My new friend Sarah from Mini et Moi took it. We had breakfast together and talked and bonded and laughed and she grew bright red after flipping her Nutella-covered butter knife over her shoulder and into the lap of a sharply-dressed businessman. It was awesome. Then we walked back to 50 Wimpole Street and she took this picture of me. The camera in my Palm Treo is set for low-res, so don’t think that because I went to England that my teeth somehow transformed into the unfortunately stereotyped English yellow snaggle-teeth. It’s just low resolution. Really.