Houston, we have pants
The pants situation resolved successfully with one minor misunderstanding. When entering the store the sales person asked if he could help me. I answered, “Yes. I’m looking for casual pants.” He asked, “What size? I have only three pair.” I responded, “You only have three pair of pants?”
He takes me to a rack and says “Try these.” They had big pockets on the leg and I said, “I don’t really want pants with big pockets.” He, “These are cargo pants.” Me, “I know. I don’t want cargo pants.” He asked, “What did you say you wanted?” Me, “Casual pants.” He, “Ah, I thought you wanted Cargo pants.” We had a short giggle and he showed me the regular pants.
I had my first official Crispy Cream donut today at Harrads. I went with the original thinking I should start at the beginning. It was much lighter and less doughy than a regular donut.
Also, Yo Sushi. You sit at an oval counter with the staff preparing the sushi in the center. There are two conveyor belts circling, in different directions, with colored bowls of sushi. Each bowl color has it’s own price. There are small, sparkling and still, water taps on the counter, along with wasabi, soy sauce, chop sticks and what not. It was quite fun. The problem with sushi normally is you must choose some set sample or experiment. This way you can see and choose.
Tomorrow the Chunnel to Paris. This was our longest stay in London. I’m sorry to leave.