I delight in being in large, deep bathtubs. They’re big enough for two people to move around, while still staying under the hot water. Add a handheld shower head and handles to assist in balancing, and we chose to stay there for a while.
We listen to the voice messages to find everyone has ventured out to different areas of London. Being that it’s our first morning alone together in London, we wander around Kensington with no real particular destination in mind. We have a few places we’d like to see while in town but are in no real hurry to get there.
When MB was growing up, his mother taught him to play the harp and the piano, and had him take dance, violin, and trumpet lessons. (He just got a few degrees hotter, right?) He grew up listening to anecdotes about her visit to the Royal College of Music Museum when she was in high school. After telling me he brought her back there when he was an adult, I decided we had to visit. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him while his face filled with excitement, retelling her stories and adding new ones from that weekend.
His love of music is revealing more and more of itself with each piece we pass. I’m not musically inclined but I can sit and listen to someone playing the harp for hours. We agree to find a harpist somewhere before we leave town.
Our stomachs grumble, MB says he’s had his fill of the museum, and we depart to forage for food.
