I’m meeting friends for dinner later tonight, but this afternoon I’ve been wandering around in the rain without an umbrella. After consulting the maps, I’ve struck off a few things I’ve planned for today because, well, I’m on vacation and I can do what I want. Also, it’s raining.
I decided to have lunch. I’m sure it’s possible to find a light lunch that is not my typical handful of nuts and a piece of cheese, but I haven’t seen it yet. Although I’m quite happy to travel alone, I find meal times are usually more fun with some conversation, and somebody to split a plate with. However, this is a nice pub near the British Museum, so I’m about to have a half-pint (I’m a lightweight), visit the Middle Ages part, then head to Soho to find a place I heard about from a seat mate on the plane. And now, lunch.