Spent a lot of time in the underground today. Really getting to know our way around.

Went to the Wellington House. The upper floors are still the residence of the some=day=to=be duke of Wellington. The lower floors are devoted to huge canvases, gold ceilings, and mirrored walls. The attendant asked us if we wanted to see the house or the arch. We thought he said "the house or the art." We were quite confused because the art was hanging on the walls of the house! Sometimes I really wonder if we are speaking the same language.

Ate lunch at a high-end restaurant, Woosley. Endive salad, grilled sardines, steak tartar, chicken dumpling soup, and leaks. By far the most expensive meal we had and the one I least enjoyed. Too rich and too strange. Decor, however, was quite lovely. Lacquered black wood.

Saw an exhibit of Byzantine art at the Royal Academy of the Arts. I love Byzantine art! I wish it would make a comeback.

Nosed around at Harrod's. Way over the top. Like shopping at Vegas or Disneyland. Talked with two shop girls, one of whom said she has lived in London for 18 years and still doesn't know all of Harrod's. Wow, it's a lifelong adventure! But not for me.