Dinner our first night with our friend Luba, whom we first met on a bike trip in Japan. Since then we’ve seen her on an earlier trip to London as well as Norway, Greece, & Uzbekistan. Can’t wait to figure out what country (or continent!) is next.
And so we’re off on a nine-week saunter around England, Scotland, and Wales. Fully 26 two- and three-night stops – and London is the only one of them I’ve ever been to. (Mark’s been to a few, but certainly not most of them…) Basically we’ve just never given Great Britain its due, in no small part because we’re not that excited by British food, but there’s so much of our history embedded here it’s time to dig deep. And we enjoyed last year’s trip through France so much that we figured repeating it (albeit without the French food) had to be good.
First stop, easiest to fly into, is London. What’s odd is how little I know my way around the city but I’m starting to solve that. We were here just this last February and it’s really starting to grow on me. That’s in part because I really liked where we stayed – not just the hotel (Claridge’s, one of the city’s grand dame hotels), but right in the middle of Mayfair, a really beautiful neighborhood (neighbourhood??). Obviously, the city has it all: beautiful parks, good restaurants, great museums, and really good theater, and with all the bustle a New Yorker would expect.
Despite the heat, Day One included a walk through Regent’s Park
Queen Mary’s Rose Garden in Regent’s Park
One of the attractions for spending all of July and August is that the weather should be way cooler than in Manhattan, but you wouldn’t have known that the day we arrived. We fly in and by the time we get to the hotel the temperature is in the upper-80s, heading up to the low-90s by mid-afternoon. Just brutally hot for being a tourist. The good news is that the weather started to moderate by late afternoon and the second day was mostly cool and slightly rainy. Day three though was perfect, mostly sunny and low 70s. We’re hoping for a lot of that over the next two months.
Mark above the Thames, with some of the London landmarks in the background. This was classic sweater weather, though it was hard to believe just the day before had been brutally hot.
We spent a bit of time in parks and had a nice morning in the Tate Modern, an art museum opened 25 years ago by our friend Lars. The highlight though was three shows in just two days. First up was This Bitter Earth, a two-man show directed by Billy Porter, a Broadway legend who we briefly met here last February. If the West End is the equivalent of Broadway, this was essentially off-Broadway. It wouldn’t have been on our radar except that friends from New York are producers on the show. A good show, it’s easy to see it coming to New York though probably too “small” a show for Broadway. But a nice introduction to off-West End theater.
Omari Douglas and Alexander Lincoln, stars of This Bitter Earth, take their curtain call
The next day we had tickets to a matinee performance of a new production of Evita. Now that was amazing – a huge, star-studded performance where you just sit in awe of the performances, production, music, choreography and all that. Especially the choreography. You can be certain that show will come to Broadway. And then that night we went to a new musical, For One Night Only, a “jukebox” musical about the production of Live Aid, the massive concert to raise money for the Ethiopian famine 40 years ago. The music was good, sometimes great, and the story was … OK. But you can forgive a lot if you have fun ’80s music.
Now it’s off to new experiences around the country. We head southeast to Canterbury to start before working our way counterclockwise up into Scotland, then back down through Wales and ultimately down to Cornwall in the far southwest. Should be a great nine weeks!
Sometimes I’m just a shameless tourist
Lunch at Hispania, what turned out to be a great tapas restaurant
The cast of Evita, including Rachel Zegler as Evita and Diego Andres Rodriguez (who by my sense stole the show) on the left as Che
Some of the cast from For One Day Only
I think we’ve taken this picture before but I still love it
This painting by Joan Snyder was in the Tate Modern. It was particularly noteworthy for us since we have one of her later works in our gallery.
A Tower of Babel installation at the Tate Modern made up of old radios
Mount Street Garden, where we spent a most pleasant interlude reading
The Italian bartender at Claridge’s made great Perfect Manhattans
A controversial highlight from Evita was that the lead comes out to this balcony every performance to sing the show’s biggest number – Don’t Cry for Me Argentina – to a crowd that gathers. On the one hand, those of us who pay for the show see a live video of her performance while tourists walking by see it live. On the other hand, the song is about Evita singing to her adoring fans from the balcony of the presidential mansion in Buenos Aires, so Mark & I both totally approved.
And finally, Rachel Zegler taking her final bows
