We headed back to bed being the only people in the hotel that actually left their rooms. Why would we leave our rooms you ask?
Our hotel was built in 1815. Nothing was level, we were 2 stories up. It was probably safer to jump to the building roof next door than try to negotiate the stairs to the lobby--and then go down another set of stairs to the outside.
Makes me feel a little like Alice in Wonderland....
Once we actually emerged from our hotel room that morning, after fighting to go back to sleep...my body just not willing to give in....
Ergh.
We went out to get some coffee and toured around a little more. Found this really amazing store that makes new furniture, but to look like it was straight out of the 1800s. I was in heaven.
We went back to the hotel and got our stuff, headed to the train station back to London. We were going to be landing in Euston Station.
We then headed to Paddington Station Underground--found our little Best Western on Sussex Gardens and were a little relieved to have made our circle tour.
When we checked in the hotel gave us a free drink at the Jazz Club....we went in, our receptionist was also our bartender...The Jazz was actually Elvis....not very Jazzy.....
We had dinner at Sawyer Arm--which we found out was the "franchise" we kept running into the same menu--it was good food, but each of the pubs had a different name, different look....how were we supposed to know!
Our train was delayed getting into the Euston Station because of a death, a train hit a pedestrian, and in true UK fashion we found they repeated the story every couple minutes...with detail.
So different than here. So, very different.
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