Workers of the world unite............

Yesterday was spent on the trail of old Karl with 2 comrades, Bob Treasure and Sue Brand, from Warrimoo on their Grand Tour. We met up in Baker Street where they are staying (Sherlock Holmes Museum just round the corner) and headed off to Highgate Cemetery as part of the pilgrimage....what a wonderful place...so neglected and overgrown....and crumbling stone angels everywhere (not on Marxist graves though).

Then, after a lovely lunch in the park across the road with squirrels aplenty, we set off to Soho for  an old abode of the Marx family in Dean Street (once very down at heel but now quite 'effluent') and then a couple of streets away to the site of the Red Lion pub (still a pub but with a name change) where Marx and Engels lectured upstairs circa 1874 and wrote the action programme for the Communist League which was the published in 1848 as the Communist Manifesto and of course as they say the rest is history!
Then off to central London via the tube and a brief visit to the National Gallery and a good Thai meal and a play Samuel Beckett's ' Krapp's Last Tape'...a rather short and depressing monologue starring the amazing Michael Gambon (a rather expensive 50 minutes but a rare treat to see the man in action...and 3 rows from the front).

Also this week Kew Gardens in full Autumn colour full of very busy squirrels adding to their winter hoard and back to the British Museum just because I can and certainly can't when I'm home......

This is the last blog as the plane leaves tomorrow evening and there will not be too much more to record...thanks for your comments and for putting up with me the last few weeks...looking foward to seeing you all again and for life to return to normal and for a change of clothes as I have been wearing the same 3 shirts and pairs of jeans the whole 10 weeks!

Adios,au revoir and good bye....Kath xo

Paris to London

The Louvre

 I spent another afternoon in the Louvre,in amongst the acres of Egyptian antiquities etc etc (you really need at least a week there to give it justice) and Ben had a rest in the hotel room and the remaining time we just hung out in Montmartre. Our train back to London through the channel tunnel on Saturday was only 2 hours and very comfy.
I have to say the only time we were not treated well the whole time in Paris was by the Pommy customs officer at Gare du Nord in Paris...he was downright rude and as Ben said "welcome to England"

Now back in London for the few days before the flight home on Thursday night.
The weather has changed dramatically since leaving here 4 weeks ago...it is definitely Autumn and just a little dreary at the moment as the sun is in short supply and it's very chilly (the sandals are definitely back in the suitcase). But as always there is so much to see...yesterday The William Morris Museum in Walthamstowe at the end of the tube run...of course when he lived there 150 years ago it was all green fields....now very suburban in the dreariest English sort of way although very diverse with a large immigrant population lots of kebab shops and Indian takeawayand even 2 hindu temples.

 A very extensive museum and lots of personal items and at times very moving..

I am looking foward to getting home to family and friends and the garden but will miss Ben very much
He has headed off to the doctor this morning to get some tests done and feels that it was something he caught in Spain.