An early highlight was meeting up with MJ and CP. As expected and known, they're funny, charming and international treasures. We spent a few hours together before they headed for France. It's always the French.
Here they are pictured walking one exhausted Dale from the grounds of Kensington Palace to an even more sacred British landmark, the local pub. See how pretty we all are? For reference purposes: I am not the one in the red boots. I am also not the one carrying the bag. My bee outfit? Confiscated at the airport and handed back to me for the return trip.
There was much walking, touring and riding around in black cabs. There was also much taking in of wonderful museums, architecture, history, food, shopping and people. The hotel was excellent for those few moments when things slowed down and ah yes, the shows. Jessica Lange in The Glass Menagerie, Dame Maggie Smith in The Lady from Dubuque and 2 comic operas at the Royal Opera House in Covent Garden, one with Bryn Terfel, each amazing in its own way.
To prove just how highbrow I can be, you should know that this photo had to be taken several times before John got it right and she cleared my head. This exercise in buffoonery actually drew a bit of a crowd (I had to bend my knees quite a bit or it would have been an ear full of toes). Snap the damned picture already!