The days have been a mad swirl of activity, with coffee dates at the Front Room, excursions to Highgate Cemetery, picnics at the Thames Barrier, tickets for Le Cirque Invisible, entire days devoted to the BFI…
One afternoon next to the river I said “tide out, table set” and my kid didn’t know what the heck I was talking about. This demonstrates a truly shocking lack of knowledge about Pacific Northwest history and…. chowder chains.
