In one sense, our stay in London has been a flashback to my past. Since I lived here for three years when I was three to six years old, it was fun to revisit the sites: Buckingham Palace, Big Ben (above), the "Eye of London," and St. Paul's Cathedral, for instance.
Of the few memories I have of London, some of the most vivid are of my old home and school. Tuesday's afternoon stroll to Sloane Square brought me back to my roots -- it was surprisingly easy to stumble upon Grosvenor Cottages (above), a small, charming side street which dead-ends at the gated home I once called my own. The school where I first learned multiplication and took up piano lessons is just around the corner (and, as we found, a short walk from the site of Chopin's London concert debut 162 years ago almost to this day). Take a look.
Besides nostalgia, London has also provided me with a first: going to a jazz club. When the Dins gathered in Leicester Square on Tuesday evening to find some fun, it was challenging to figure out exactly where to go and what to do. We ended up at Ronnie Scott's, a well-known jazz club, and spent the night grooving to the soulful sax and snazzy scat. Here in London, I feel I've been able to see my life from a distance - where I have been, where I am headed - and it somehow always involves music.
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