London and Princeton, Monday, June 9, 2025
We regretted the big meal Sunday night because it limited our capacity to enjoy the remarkable breakfast buffet at The Londoner. Not that we suffered.
Easy jaunt on the tube from Leicester Square to the Elizabeth Line at Tottenham Court Road, and on to Heathrow, where we breezed through security and got comfortable for our flight.
Here’s our big bird; unfortunately, Sir Elton wasn’t aboard (check the plane’s name, Nathaniel and Alex, and ask your daddy to explain).
Actually, neither was anyone else. There were several seats open in Premium, while Upper Class and Economy were perhaps 1/4 full.
The lunch was unusually good: a decent Chicken Tikka Masala, a nice hummus salad, English cheese, and, believe it or not, a nice scone with clotted cream and strawberry jam! I watched to pretty bad movies: Almodovar’s The Room Next Door (about assisted suicide with Julianne Moore and Tilda Swinton; very flat; you kept waiting for something to happen) and Wolfs (a Soderbergh-esque attempt at a caper with Clooney and Pitt).
We did our reverse train thing (air train–LIRR–NJ Transit–Uber) and we were home in less than two hours.
Already thinking about the next walk!