So here I am in the city where I have always wanted to be. My hotel is on Baker Street and is called the Park Plaza Sherlock Holmes. My mother said it is fortuitous for the writer to stay in The Sherlock Holmes. I must admit I love the literary connotation. London is after all a writer's city. I tried to take a picture of the statute of Sherlock just outside the tube stop off Baker Street but it is swarmed with tiny Japanese tourists with cameras. I backed away slowly and headed to my hotel. I told my friends back home I have arrived but that Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch are not with me. More's the pity.
Not all who wander are lost
I dumped my luggage and did a bit of wondering around the neighborhood before I needed to be back to meet and greet the tour group. I could hardly wait for this adventure to begin. The afternoon was brisk with the sun shining. Being from the Wild West, I admit I'm not used to the cooler temps but I was enchanted none-the-less. I stopped at a Nero's Coffee shop and picked up a tea with milk. I sipped it while leaning against a half wall looking at the World War I Memorial. My mind immediately pictured the Royal Processional of Kate and William that went down this route. I feel a tad bit British and I haven't even truly begun yet. I stopped at Marks & Spencer in Camden and picked up two boxes of tea and a tin of biscuits, mainly because the tin commemorates the Queen's Jubilee. It is time for Meet and Greet back at the hotel