London 2019 Day Six

It hardly counts as a day in London, but that's where it started, and it ended in Provo. We left our great flat at 16 Linden Gardens and took a car service that Annie arranged to Heathrow for our flight. Everything went swimmingly and after a very long direct Delta flight, we arrived at SLC where another car met us and brought us home. Everything went off without a hitch.

 Dining and sitting area of our flat

 The original fireplace from the Victorian Era when

the houses on the street were built

 Dining and kitchen

 Our bathroom (1 of 2)

 Our bedroom

 Heathrow is always slammed

 There are some nice bits up front, but overall Heathrow 

is a drab and uninspired airport

Flight 51 direct from LHR to SLC

This was a great trip! I fell in love with Paris all over again. It is a magical place and I would say that the Paris leg of our adventure was my favorite. London is broken. It was still fun, but everything is torn up and under hoarding and scaffolding. There are no English people on the streets or in the shops, but Eastern Europeans primarily. I have a romantic memory of a London that really doesn't exist anymore. After Paris, the food didn't seem as good, plus my tooth was killing me and that may have put a damper on my enjoyment. It certainly made it harder to eat. In spite of all that, London still feels like home, but less magical than in the past. We are home now, and this will be all for now.

OXO

D.