On Tuesday, I took a little solo trip to London to walk around and see two old friends from New Haven, Damon and Brigid (who are married to each other). 

First, I went to see the old neighborhood I lived in when I did a semester in London in 1989. I found the street without any problem, and it did look somewhat familiar.  It's a really cute neighborhood, with shops right at the corner.  I remembered buying groceries in a little market that didn't appear to be there anymore (replaced by a small chain grocery store), and fresh bread at a bakery that also wasn't there.  But there were loads of great little restaurants and shops nearby.

I couldn't remember the street number, so took a picture of a random house that looked like it could be the one.  I generally have a pretty powerful emotional response to walking around places that were important to me in a distant past, so I thought maybe I'd recognize the house, but I didn't.  It could have been this one.  Who knows.

It was great having drinks and dinner with Damon and Brigid.  Of course, because I'm not a big picture-taker, I didn't take a picture of them.  Just some random old houses and street signs.