| We don’t
live like the rich and famous most of the time. Honest. We clip grocery
coupons, buy generic brands, turn off lights, mow our own lawn....and we
own only one car.
But, once in awhile, we like to pull out all the stops. So, on a Saturday
night, we got into a London taxi to meet at the apartment (or “flat”
as they call it in Britain) of a friend Regina knows through a Web bulletin
board of fellow travel fanatics.
The cab was a classic London black taxi, which took us through Trafalgar
Square, past Buckingham palace and over the Tower Bridge. The picture
at right, typical of this part of the city was taken from the inside of
the cab. Already we felt like royalty.
We enjoyed our host's excellent
champagne, admired the river view from his flat and then headed for
Simpson's
in the Strand for a spectacular dinner.
The clock must have struck
midnight as we left the restaurant because we turned into a couple of
working stiffs from Kansas again -- a light rain fell as we searched out
an open entrance to the subway and hopped a train back to our hotel. It
was a wonderful evening. Not something to do every weekend, mind you,
but we really enjoyed it for one special night.
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