So I didn’t write about London. Here are a few words:
1. Annelouise, Joe, the other Jo, Alan, and Mark Watson are great.
2. Paul Merton touched my leg when making his way through the Comedy Store with a tray of drinks. This is slightly better than making an arse of myself by babbling in his face in Edinburgh a couple of years ago.
3. Greenwich is lovely and highly recommended, but don’t have a giant lunch before climbing that hill.
4. Churchill’s War Rooms are definitely worth a visit, but do not count as one of the free museums for some reason.
5. Curly Wurly was unfindable. This is terribly upsetting.
As for Sopot, we went there yesterday and met up with Piotr’s de facto aunt (one of those older relatives who you know you have some kind of DNA relationship too, but aren’t 100% sure how), her partner, and her mother. The three people we met live in/around Ottawa too and it turns out Teresa delivered my friend’s kids (she’s a midwife). Ottawa: A Small Town of a Million People.
In actuality, we spent the afternoon drinking and eating and wandering (a bit). Here are some photos:
It was a grand day out. Today, I’m going to learn something, though. We’re going to the old city of Gdańsk (which, of course, was mostly razed in the Second World War since, y’know, the conflict started here and all) and going to the Solidarity Museum. Will report back soon.