a Jersey Boys day

Watching the Brits "licking their wounds" over their loss last night to Spain in soccer championships.  All taken in good spirits though.

Went for a power walk this morning early through Green Park and the West End.  It's lovely before the crowds begin to build.  The trees in Green Park are very old, obviously well cared for, and majestic in their presence.  Can you imagine the history they have witnessed?

Walked through the park to Buckingham Palace then through the streets of the West End.  Jermyn Street, reknown for its men's ware is a joy to window shop, admiring the exquisite clothing for the fine British gentleman.  It reminds me of the wonderful (I thought) birthday present I got for Michael last November:  a pair of velvet lounging slippers with the crown embroidered on them.  So beautiful and British!  Next will be this elegant dressing gown, for sure!

After spending the morning doing our homework preparing for staff and board meetings this coming week for ClientEarth, we ventured out to the theater to see Jersey Boys (for my fourth time).  There is nothing as easy and non-rushed as a Sunday matinee followed by a leisurely Italian dinner in Soho.  Because I still well remember my pre-teen days as a child witnessing the birth of rock and roll, I couldn't sit in my seat without singing along to the words of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons.  It was a glorious visit to my past.

Tomorrow is a Bank Holiday here in Britain.  They have a lot of them, it seems and makes for a fair amount of four day work weeks or three day weekends.  We should be so sane and lucky!  Time to slip into something comfortable and read my book:  Almost French by Sarah Turnbull, an American girl who fell in love with a Frenchman, moved to Paris and has lived there raising a family of boys for the past 20 years.  It's a wonderful sharing of insights of the very different cultures of the US and France and the challenges of both adapting somewhat to each other's cultures.

Great show/good meal....life is good!