Why Sunday is my favorite day in England

When in NY, Sundays don’t feel like Sundays but in London, there’s Sunday lunch; a leisurely, midday dinner with friends who are ‘chosen family’ w/ laughter and great storytelling, catching up and planning. Today after a long lunch there was a late tea @ Claridge’s, this time with Carlotta, my lovely, 6ft, German, ‘mini me’ with fascinating adventures in Russia to share.  Post, Carlotta’s Saturday night, May 8th, ‘anti-Victory, 2nd World War’ dinner w/ loads of German food (lots of meat!) and yummy homemade pretzels and a late night boogie @ Momo’s just off Regent St.  In London, Sunday’s a day for me to nourish and recharge the batteries.