We awoke feeling much less tired & after breakfast struck out for Harrod’s. Harry wanted to look at the Sports Dept & I looked at china. It’s a marvelous store – we must have spent an hour looking – and buying – a few odds & ends. Went over to Beauchamp St. and found an antique silver shop where we spent another hour. This man turned out to be a brother of the man we bought from in the silver vaults. Found a tray for Mrs. Spurgin and the flat silver Bud & Nelwyn want – in case they’d like to order it.
Dropped our packages by the hotel & then went to the Old Chessire Cheese for a lunch. It was ‘steeped’ in atmosphere. Dr. Johnson & Dickens had frequented it. We had to wait & in the 3rd floor bar met a family from Newton, Mass – the Sylvesters – who are also going on the Queen Elizabeth. We ate with them – I finally had a kidney pie – it also had beef, mushrooms & venison.
Harry wanted to go to Lillywhite – a sporting goods store at Piccadilly – but we didn’t find anything there – went across the street to a tiny store & found a cute plaid skirt for Serena.
We got back to town at the peak of the rush hour but managed to get on a bus. The people ‘queue’ up here for buses – and at the rush hours, the sidewalks are lined with long lines. Traffic is heavy at all times. We enjoyed our bus rides, particularly when on the top deck from where you could see more.
After a couple hours rest, Harry & I went to Simpsons on the Strand. The Early’s weren’t feeling up to going with us – and they missed the best meal we had in London – with the best service – and in the nicest atmosphere. The close at 10 so we were home early and got our packing behind us, watching Douglas Fairbanks, Jr. in a movie on TV.
I’ve so enjoyed London – it’s a pity to have had such a brief stay. The people were friendly and helpful & it was relaxing not to have to struggle with a foreign language. We saw such attractive people – tho still plenty of wild hair do’s , as in France & Italy – and some very stylish women. The skirts are as short as on the Continent. I suppose the dowdiest we saw were in Germany – the hats were comical!