In our effort to downsize but continue to have fun, we scrambled
together all our frequent flyer miles and managed to put together two
return flights to London and Italy. Then, by making a small investment
on a home exchange site, we found a young woman in Prato (twenty
minutes from Florence), willing to do a non-simultaneous exchange with
our desert house in Joshua Tree.
Our first stop was London, where a kind friend loaned us her
house. Although I grew up in London I have not lived there in over 30
years. The minute I walked off the plane, I was surprised by the
intense 80-degree heat, a byproduct of global warming, and something I
had never encountered in my childhood, where you were lucky if it
reached the mid 70’s in the summer. After struggling with the new
monetary denominations and a new subway system, I began to feel like a
stranger in my hometown,
Yet, one area that has vastly improved since I lived in London is the food. But like everything else, it is very expensive. Fortunately, another ex-Brit friend had recently visited London and her sage advice was that bargains could be had at posh restaurants if you went at lunch, rather than dinner. Following her recommendation, backed up by “Time out”– still the best magazine to tell you what is going on in London – I made reservations at Gauthier, a French restaurant in Soho.