Today I got charmed into buying a watch. Charmed by London.
I was passing an old victorian shop with antique rings in the window and a “& Sons” name when I saw my tiny slip of a thing watch.
It cost enough for me to say “Oo I better start earning pounds” (which was not that much, seriously. Only when you convert it. Then it’s almost $300.) but it is perfect. And powered by the light!
I have a magical watch.
Today I made sure I could find where my job interview is going to be on Wednesday.
I had been told to go to Whitehall and halfway down look for the entrance with the Soldiers on Horseback outside.
Statues, I thought to myself, of Soldiers on Horseback. Right, must look for the statues.
Not so much statues!
Real soldiers on real horses standing on the side of the street.
I love London.
I also inadvertantly saw the changing of the guards, found a museum by just wandering the streets and felt chic in my black-rim glasses, bright red pashmina and black umbrella, looking through the rain spattered windows of Mont Blanc and Gucci.
p.s. I think I might need to start a thing. Monuments and Planes.