Perhaps one of my favorite Downton Abbey moments is when the privileged dowager Duchess of Grantham asks, "What is a weekEND?" Unfortunately, as modern commoners, we know all too well what a weekEND is: a time to treasure being together as a family, a time to recharge and regroup from the working week . . . and, when you live in a city where you are half-resident/half-tourist, a time to check things off the neverending must-see and must-do list.
[18 October 2013. Friday afternoon "date night" at a delish French restaurant while our Italian babysitter played with Ro. Saturday was a lazy grey morning, complete with grocery shopping, then a birthday celebration at a local pub in the afternoon. Sunday morning: sun was shining so we skipped church (oops, but you have to think God appreciates our opportunism) and headed to Old Spitalfields Market-- cool for its history and neat to see East London, but turns out we aren't "market" people-- I just end up feeling rushed and Vinnie looks miserable among the crowds and the price tags. But Ro snagged a sweet winter hat! Then a quick trip to the Tower of London where Ro's new Cinderella doll developed a serious case of crown envy.]