More London

I walked and walked and walked and ended up on a back street that Jack the Ripper had frequented. It is very spooky across the river, the Globe was closed, but the gift shop was open, and I just kept walking until I could walk no more.
A deserted shop street, covered. At this point I had no idea where I was, and all the taxis were full. My feet hurt, I was cold, and for sure I was not not not going to get on the tube.

Found a taxi, (thank god I looked like an American girl this driver used to date) and after a quick chat, I asked about having the typical London experience, as I didn't want to spend the evening eating in my hotel room, alone, again. He took me to Covent Garden. I watched opera singers in the plaza, drank a glass of wine with the South Africans, and sang italian folks songs with a group of tourists between the shops. How is it that my life is so blessed that I ended up with the best cider and shepard's pie in the world?