This week was very exciting because 1) I got my first London hair cut by an exuberant Italian man who sang and whistled, though not at the same time, the entirety of my overly short cut; 2) a friend came to visit; 3) there was a parade! 4) there were fireworks!No, the parade and fireworks were not in behalf of the job I still don't have. They were for the Lord Mayor's Show which, in a nutshell, is a whole lot of pomp and circumstance for the Lord Mayor of London to go and swear loyalty to the crown. In the olden days, the kings were a bit nervous about the leader of London having delusions of seizing crown and country, so they needed to ensure they had a nice tight leash on the mayor. Today, the Lord Mayor isn't the actual mayor of London. She or he is the head of the City of London Corporation (one of many officers who could be voted into the head position by other officers) while the actual mayor is elected in the usual election kind of way.
Anyway. While our friend was visiting, I made several delicious dinner dishes in a row, dishes that did not include rice and beans, our staple these days. I finally saw Platform 9 3/4 but neglected to take a photo of myself because there were too many people about. I need solitude to properly pose at such an irresistibly kitschy location. I went to a delightful bakery and bought challah bread to make this french toast.
Later that evening, or rather afternoon since it gets dark here at 4:18, we watched the fireworks and then went off to a pub for our friend to experience the quintessentially British fish and chips followed by the quintessentially American apple crisp with ice cream. Yum.
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