The Flower of Cities

We're off again, one week from today.

 

I know, it seems ridiculous. Didn't they just come back from Belgium? you ask. Who do they think they are? Shouldn't they be attending to their falling-down house and grass-challenged yard? And why are they making us read yet another blog about food and beer and getting lost?

You are entirely right, and yet here we go, away to London for 5 months. We're flying on Virgin Atlantic, which apparently used to be a good idea but which has already cancelled one of our flights and replaced it with another. They also won't let us choose our seats. But I'm sure that all will be well...


In case you wondered, Phil will be teaching a course on England in World War I in Fordham's London Programme (check out those extra letters!) It will be interdisciplinary, covering history, literature, music, and art. There will be field trips. The students will be Fordham kids on their junior semester abroad, so you know they'll be well-behaved. There will be lots of them.

We've arranged to stay in an apartment in Hatton Garden, the diamond district of London. The neighborhood of Clerkenwell, I'm told. Between the City and Bloomsbury, if I have it right. It was the site of a recent, very dramatic jewel heist, so we've decided to leave our diamonds at home.

We plan to spend considerable time with our dear friends Klauser and Sue, and many evenings at the theatre (check out those transposed letters!), as Klauser has already procured tickets to several performances.


But first, before we even move in, we'll take a week-long jaunt to Mallorca with K&S, staying in the ancestral Klauser house, just down the road from Robert Graves' ancestral house. Ben will come with us. It will be an ADVENTURE.

See you on the other side!