After a long interesting day — train to St Albans, walk to Verulamium to look at the extraordinary collection of Roman mosaics, ceramics, tiny iron votives, bone needles, the skeletons of newborn babies, followed by a happy lunch at the 16th c. 6 Bells (venison bourguignon)–, we had a simple supper here in our temporary flat. But a walk because the night is so lovely? Yes, let’s go! We thought we’d amble over to Lamb’s Conduit Street to make a reservation for dinner tomorrow at a restaurant we love: our last night in London. (They don’t accept email requests and we can’t use our phones.) And why not a drink somewhere nice? There was the sign in the sidewalk. Ted Hughes. Because this was the pub of his early courtship of Sylvia Plath. Also Charles Dickens’ local. Established in 1720, faced in beautiful deep green tile, lambs etched on the window-glass. We sat on stools at a high table in the window, the lamb by John’s face. It was another note to the London song I carry in my heart. (It simply happens.)
...Theresa Kishkan 
So love travelling with you, Theresa. I’ll be in London for a few days in April – making my own discoveries, so enjoy following yours. It sounds like you’ve organized everything so well. Onward!
There’s just so much London! I’d be very content to do the same things I’ve done ever since I first came to the city in 1976 but I decided we should do a few new things each time. (Or what’s a life for?) Tomorrow if it’s nice, the Regents Canal walk. (My older grandson, whom I’ll see in Portugal on Monday evening was very interested when I told him about Verulamium, so I’m glad to be bringing the Roman news to him…)
I’m the same, when visiting a beloved place, always trying to talk myself out of simply returning to favourite spots, to make room for some new memories too. Enjoy!