Welcome to London, ma’am, do enjoy your stay
Rounding that corner from the British Museum and seeing the Hotel Russell through the bare January trees was an entirely unexpected vision.
And I’m gonna stay here!
It’s January and there’s cyclamen blooming outside. Outside, I tell you!
I’m happy, delighted even, with my lodging choice, which oddly enough turned out to be the very first hotel I considered.
I looked at 120 hotels, and ended up at the first one.
Says a lot for the decision-making process: basically, the first choice is the choice.
Register at hotel, leave luggage with porter, cross the street to the Square…
…and am having a coffee and a croissant at the Cafe in Russell Square (which might be the actual name of it) by 10:20.
Not as jet-lagged as I expected. Too excited.
Woo-hoo, I’m in London!