Archive for August, 2008

Oh, the views from the mews!

August 29, 2008

For those wondering about the street featured in the picture at the head of this blog, it is a mews. It isn’t our street, but it’s just a few blocks from our house. A mews, for the uninitiated, is an old style street, very common in London, which used to serve as the back alley for fancy houses to keep their stables and servants. Now, of course, these quiet, stone streets are some of the most desirable areas in town.

The arched entryway to the mews featured above.

The arched entryway to the mews pictured above.

The cat who tried to adopt me during my stroll. No wonder they call it a mews...

The cat who tried to adopt me during my stroll. No wonder they call it a mews...


Not a glowing review…

August 28, 2008
Would this be a Smart Car, maybe?

Like what, for example? A Smart car, maybe?

I’m so unfashionable…

August 27, 2008

Here in London, there seems to be an unspoken rule: if you’re blond, you must dye your hair dark; if you’re dark-haired, you must dye it blond. The roots must be clearly visible. An exception to the rule is if you’re Indian, in which case your hair must be dyed red.


August 25, 2008
our very fine house

our very fine house

So, it turns out that we live in a bit of a chuchi neighborhood. You know– Ferraris and Maseratis on the street. S says to mention that we’re just a short walk away from the residences of Winston Churchill, Virginia Woolf, and Lady Diana. To put it in a New York perspective, as far as I can tell, we’re living on the Upper West Side, right by Central Park.

The short list.

August 23, 2008

I’ve been living in England for two weeks, and the following are the three things that have most delighted me so far:

1) The British are particular enough to give a minute-long discourse on how to properly pronounce and spell their names, complete with an explanation of why other spellings and pronunciations are deficient.

2) Eating is not prohibited on the bus, but patrons are politely reminded, “Let’s not eat smelly food.”

3) There is a wide variety of honorifics available to Britons– I was permitted recently to declare myself the Duchess on my supermarket points-earning card.