|Paddington is kind of like home|
Anyway, we finally got to the flat. I had the least confidence about this place of all the places we had planned to stay. Trash on the stoop, a front door that wouldn't open all the way, flaking paint in the hall and an assent not unlike the approach to the Bucket's country flat all went to show that my instincts are pretty good. Still, I wasn't prepared for what we found.
|Bloomsbury looks spooky at night when you haven't seen it in the day|
|Our room was across from the Parsons Library|
|Is your College the best? Eh, it's Goodenough.|