Every F’n City

Not Jerusalem.  And not Venice, neither.  With its bridges and canals and water transport, people movers and your having double-booked yourself due to errors of pure insanity.  No one will be told, and no one would believe it anyway.  What a trip, from the Piebury 2-0 start to the Hare and the Gielgud and Globe and Wydnam and Duke of York and Victoria Palace.  Celebrity spotting galore - Jack Ryan to Keegan to Claude -  and firmer resolve for more permanent escapes.  It can be done, and must.

Will you make use of the mini-Chalet tomorrow?  I hope so.  What a go-ahead.  If that unsung Rialto can take a place in the memoirs then it would prove a coup worthy of a doge.  Another continent as usual.  Now that is a nice life.  Haha, the boss is annoyed, but life must be lived.  Some inspiration on offer this trip for sure.  Enjoy the next few days, who knows when you’ll be back.  As queen Lupone sings nightly, I’ll drink to that.