After typical US Airways mucking-up and a few snafus, we arrived in London yesterday and found our flat in Sloane Square. I'm having some problems posting photos, so you'll have to take my words right now, but the weather is glorious, and our neighborhood couldn't be more lovely. In some ways, Sloane Square reminds me of Georgetown, full of shops and people.
We had dinner last night at a passable Italian restaurant with a nice wine list, spent hours at the table, and ended up at a pub late. I was mistaken for a British investment banker, which I did not bother to refute. It must have been the ascot.
Today will be filled with lots of last-minute preps and parties, so not much until much later. We are fried but happy. More later.