I wanted to keep this day completely open. No concrete plans. I imagine that I'm going to love the city. Really, I'll probably be more in love with the fact that I've been on vacation, and I don't want to have to go back. So, I really need that day of closure--a day when I can do whatever. There always seems to be one place on a vacation that I loved especially, and I leave wishing that I went back at least once. Perhaps there ends up being one place or thing to do that everyone local highly recommends, and I didn't plan enough time in my itinerary to make it there. This is my day to do that: to see "it" one more time, to make it "there"finally, to gain some closure to my trip, to say goodbye-for-now to the city.
7:30p I'm in my seat to hear my favorite ensemble: the Academy of St. Martin-in-the-Fields. I died when they came to Salt Lake, and I couldn't get tickets. Now, I get to hear them on their home turf, in the chapel of St. Martin-in-the-Field. The perfect end to my fantasy vacation. I think I'll walk home afterward rather than take the tube. I might get killed on the way, but the contemplative walk back is worth the risk of a violent death.
2 comments:
This will be a fun day for you. Sometimes the funnest parts of visiting somewhere are having one day with nothing planned. Just observing the people, the places and the environment. I hope you enjoy this day, what an experience. Oh, if you see anyone by the name of Mildred O'Henry, tell her I siad, "The passage is open."
As an American who moved to London, I can understand your sentiments entirely. Funny how one can come to love a place.
But as Samuel Johnson said, '...when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.'
:-)
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