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London Journal
March 7 to March 15, 1998

Day Two: Sunday, March 8

"When it's three o'clock in New York, it's still 1938 in London."
- Bette Midler, quoted in The Times, 21 September, 1978

We landed at 9:30am and were met by a driver from Scala House with a very nice Renault Espace. The drive from Gatwick was very long, and we arrived at Scala House a little before noon. Scala House is a high-rise apartment building in the West End comprised of two- bedroom, self-catered flats. We had two flats, side by side, each with living room, dining room, fully outfitted kitchen with all appliances and dishes, two bedrooms, one full bath and one cloakroom (1/2 bath). The cloakroom had the smallest, but cutest sink we'd ever seen. Flora, Barry and Martin are sharing one flat, while Margie and Melanie are sharing the other one. Margie has a great view of the British Telecom Tower.

Barry and Martin immediately fell asleep, while Flora and Margie went grocery shopping at Tesco, a full service grocery store just around the corner.

Flora, Margie and Melanie then tried to sleep for a few hours before we all left for dinner at Pizza Express. We all enjoyed a different individual pizza along with an order of dough balls.

Despite a biting cold wind, we purchased weekly travelcards at the Goodge Street Underground Station -- a two-minute walk from Scala House, and made our way to Tower Hill to take an Original London Walk-- the Jack the Ripper Experience. The walk was led by Donald Rumbelow, internationally recognized as the world's leading authority on Jack the Ripper. There were at least 250 other people there. He was very interesting and a wonderful speaker. We all learned an enormous amount about Jack the Ripper and his victims. This walk is highly recommended. When we reached the pub stop, The Ten Bells, where Jack the Ripper drank, the time difference caught up with us and we left the walk early. Trying to find an Underground station at 10:30pm on a Sunday night in London's old East End (deserted and dangerous) was quite interesting. We fell into bed at midnight.

Scala House