Monday, May 25, 2009

Lovely Lyon...

I'm becoming more and more lax about promptly blogging about my trip...a bit coincidental, I think, since we're nearing the conclusion! On Thursday last week, our group left Bordeaux via coach and headed to Lyon, situated further northeast in the country near the French Alps. Our coach ride, as last time, was passed with much sleeping by myself and my fellow students. However, I did manage to appreciate a couple of hours worth of French countryside along the way...

Upon our arrival in Lyon, we settled into our Novotel hotel (Novotel's are rather known for being modern-looking and nicely furnished) and continued recovering from the previous night's festivities. What had we done, you ask? Well, each city concludes with a farewell dinner and at Bordeaux's, the wine and drink were free-flowing! I left before desert due to the increasing noise (the room was very high and we were very loud - and thankfully were the only group in that particular room!), and made my way back to the hotel to pack with some other group members not interested in "getting rowdy."

Back to Lyon - Friday morning we had a really neat coach tour of the city. Lyon is a town (city, really, it vies with Marseille for the title of second largest city in France after Paris) with two major rivers flowing through it, the Saone on the West and the Rhone on the East. It is an incredible city that looks very Italian to me, probably due to its role as a Gallo-Roman settlement for thousands of years! It is truly lovely and the Presqu'ile, or Penninsula, between the two rivers is packed with streets and things to see.

Our tour guide, Barbara, is an ex-patriot who hails from Pennsylvania and who married a Frenchman and has lived in France for more than 20 years (what a life!). She had loads of interesting things to tell us about Lyon, both the "old" and the "new" sections of the city - old here means centuries and even thousands of years, as opposed to old in the U.S. meaning in the 1700s.

Our coach climbed high onto the "hill that prays" where Notre Dame de Fourviere sits (also called "the elephant" by some of Lyon's residents since they think it looks like an elephant lying on its back with its four legs up in the air). This is called the hill that prays due to the church at the top, and the other major hillside in Lyon, the "hill that works" is where many of the silk factories were located. Today, Lyon is still known for its silks and the concept of jacquard silk patterning was invented here.

Lyon is also a city known for its murals, so Barbara took us past one of the city's most famous. In keeping with many things in France, the mural (incredible!) depicts various important individuals from Lyon's history including the Lumiere brothers who are credited with helping to launch the cinematic industry. Also shown on the mural are the author of the famous children's book "The Little Prince" and an image famous to the French which was created by Barbara's mother-in-law before she quit being an artist to raise her children at her husband's behest.

After our tour, we were free to find lunch and wander the city. Lyon seems to be the right mix of big city and not Paris for me. There are plenty of metropolitan aspects to the city, but the people are decidedly non-Parisian, and seemingly proud to be Lyonnaise. Interestingly, Friday night saw the Olympique Lyonnaise, the Lyon football (soccer) team, staying at our hotel before their game on Saturday evening. What an event that turned out to be! Lots of Lyonnaise arrived to try and get autographs and photos of the players while we, relatively cluelessly, meandered into and out of the fray with the players themselves... Some of the students on the trip actually went to the game and had a great time. Not being a fan of big crowds and having heard many stories about European football matches, I stayed in for the night!

Saturday itself I spend wandering Lyon with my pal Ingrid. While some of our other friends took off for various locations in Switzerland (we're only two hours from Geneva here), Ingrid and I made our way up to the Roman Amphitheater ruins, back to Notre Dame, down to the Cathedral St. Jean, and over to the Musee d'Beaux Arts. It was a gloriously sunny day and despite the heat, I can truly say we enjoyed ourselves!

On Sunday, Ingrid headed off to Geneva with a group and I stayed (happily) at the hotel, sitting in the sun and reading and working. It was the first time I'd looked at a calendar since I'd gotten to France, and boy was it scary how little time we have left on our trip and how much there is to do once I get home!!

Today, tomorrow and Wednesday wrap up our classes for the trip, and then Thursday finds us on our way back to Paris for our last stop. After that I head to London, but it still seems in some way that there is much to do before next Sunday comes!

Have been having a bit of trouble uploading photos onto facebook recently, but will do my best again soon so that you can all see what we've been up to over here!

Love to you all....

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Beautiful Bordeaux!

Sunday morning, our glorious breakfast buffet got massacred by the ravenous hungry students in the group (including myself). In Paris, our hotel was what they call an apart'hotel where we had kitchenettes and were able to make some of our own meals. At the hotel in Bordeaux however, no kitchenettes so that means big ("free") breakfast! And let me tell you, the array of foods is incredible. Fresh fruit, cereal, croissants (of course), chocolate croissants, cheese (they're serious about their cheese in this country), juices, cold cuts (ham and salami and such), yogurt, nutella, preserves, toast and rolls...oh my!

Around noon, I met Debbie (my dissertation committee member and former professor who recruited me to actually come on the trip) and "the crew" for a trip to a local winery through the local tourist office. We headed to a winery called Chateau Laniote just outside of St. Emilion, deep in the heart of the Bordeaux wine region. The proprietor spoke to the group in French and then English and was quite an amusing fellow - he did magic tricks in addition to describing how the wine is made there. They actually had a pretty neat video that showed the whole process from start to finish, which he narrated in, again, English and French. It wasn't a huge operation, but it sure was neat to see. Photos from the tour can be found here. As we were inside, the sun started to come out! The afternoon turned gorgeous...

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday meant classes in the morning and various activities in the afternoon. With Tuesday came a visit to another winery...bummer huh? Chateau Pedesclaux was a bit bigger than the first winery in St. Emilion and it was neat to go with our group and have just us on the tour. We managed to behavor ourselves rather well throughout the tour of the facility and the tasting - whew! The day was warm and sunny again and lots and lots of photos were taken. Several of our group member bought wine - I declined because I'm still not thrilled about the idea of trekking it to Lyon and Paris...I have been told though that I'd better bring some wine back, so I guess I'll have to invest at some point...

Today after class, my pal Ingrid and I went into town to find a place where she could cash her traveler's cheques (increasingly it's difficult to find places who will cash them - ATMs are everywhere and so the need for cheques is decreasing, as are places to cash them!) and took Bordeaux's excellent tram system to the main post office across town. Upon returning to the hotel, we ate a bit of lunch and then packed up and headed over to do some laundry - I was desperate, being on my last set of clean clothing!

After laundry and a rest, we set out for our second group dinner - we have one in each of the towns we stop in (one in Paris at the beginning and another one at the end of the trip). Tomorrow means another long coach ride to Lyon...lots of naps and music is in my future for the day!

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Rounding out Paris...

Apparently I've been otherwise engaged because just checking the last entry now, I see it was on Tuesday! Time flies!

I managed to get myself back to the Musee d'Orsay on Wednesday morning when my classes were canceled (one of the nice things about our scheduled classes is if they find us a lecture or other event to attend in place of class, we're off the hook for meeting at 8am!) and had my advanced ticket in hand, so I entered swiftly - although, at 10am when the museum opened, there wasn't really a line to speak of....

The Musee d'Orsay is generally known as the Impressionist museum, although there are other paintings from before Impressionism through to the post-Impressionists. It's a fabulous museum that is housed in a former train station. One of the exhibits explains the process of how the space was restored - kind of neat.

I really enjoyed my visit and took lots of photos - you can see the whole album here. The nice thing about going in the morning was that it wasn't very crowded, and even better was that I was by myself so I could go at my own pace!

On Thursday afternoon, I met up with two of my pals from the group and we headed to Musee l'Orangerie where Monet's famous paintings - referred to as Les Nymphes - are housed. At first I thought that I had not been to the museum - I remembered it being closed for renovations for quite some time - but as I walked in to the first room, I had recollections of having been in that room as a little girl (and seeing things from a much lower point of view!). I'm almost sure that my family did visit the museum - my memory is that it was very hot and very crowded and that I didn't see very much due to all the people and my being so little!

Nevertheless, the paintings are incredible. The space has been very nicely (and almost starkly) re-done and the Nymphes are housed in two large oval rooms connected to each other on the top floor. For someone who loves Monet and Impressionism, this museum is not to be missed - it's breathtaking. I just cannot imagine how Monet managed to paint such huge canvases and have it all look so fantastic and beautiful. It reminds me that artists, at least the masters, have such vision - truly worth admiring.

My pals who went with me, Ingrid and Kaitlin, were good sports about having their photos taken and seeing the rest of the museum. Downstairs from Les Nymphes are some other Impressionist paintings, as well as pieces by Picasso, Matisse and other famous artists. After our visit, we got a much needed cafe...

In the evening, I went with a different group of folks on a Seine River cruise! We had a great time together - about 10 of us. We traveled to the Eiffel Tower and purchased our tickets for the cruise at about 8pm (it was still light!). A few photos of the Effiel Tower can be found if you click the link above ("photos taken").

So, our last night in Paris (for a bit - we have two nights there once we leave Lyon) we cruised the Seine and I broke down and got a nutella crepe... For those of you unfamiliar with nutella, it is simultaneously the most divine and most evil food there is on the planet - hazelnut and chocolate spread! One of the most common things you can purchase at a food stand in Paris seems to be nutella crepes, which I had resisted to this point. But walking back to the Metro station after our cruise, we stopped to watch the famous Eiffle Tower light show (which apparently some Parisians absolutely hate) which started a few years ago and makes the tower sparkle for about 10 minutes at the beginning of every hour. Of course right there where we stopped is a crepe stand, so I gave in. My delicious creation also had glorious whipped cream on the top! I'm glad it was the last night in Paris or else I could see myself eating nothing else for the next few meals!

Friday was spent driving from Paris (au revior Paris!) to Bordeaux. The five hour ride was split up into segments, and we first stopped in Tours at the end of the Loire Valley for lunch. It seemed that most of the people on each of the coaches managed to sleep their way through at least the first half of the journey (we've got quite a few late night birds in our group), but there was plenty of gorgeous French countryside to appreciate the whole ride.

Upon arriving in Bordeaux, we checked in to our hotel where we'll stay for the next few days (until Thursday when we head for Lyon) and were taken into town by our wonderful Ged and Sophie. Some of the gals I was with were interested in having McDonald's for dinner, so I caved in and went with the crowd! Interestingly, having McDonalds, while still an American phenomenon, is a bit more of an upscale experience here in France. The restaurants (and they are more restaurants than fast food joints here) are all very nicely designed and decorated, and are FULL of French people!!

This morning found us on a walking tour of Bordeaux where we learned more about French history and culture than I can hope to remember! Despite the rain, we managed to stay dry and then the sun peeked through just a little. Can't wait to take more photos and explore more of Bordeaux...and oh yes, drink some wine, too!

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

This morning started out with miserable weather. Looking out the window of our hotel, I could see Place d'Italie (the major intersection/roundabout that our hotel is on - also our Metro station) slick and shiny from the rain. Fortunately my first class today was in one of the hotel conference rooms! Normally our classes are at the FIAP Center - FIAP are the French initials for AIFS, the organization that has arranged our study abroad program and who's brilliant guides Ged and Sophie do a fabulous job of making our trip go so smoothly. However, this morning, due to the Center being full up, some of our classes were at the hotel and I got lucky having to only walk down two flights of stairs to my class at 8am! My later class, however, was at FIAP which meant either a wet walk or a short Metro ride and a drizzly damp walk (rather than soaking wet if I'd walked all the way).

I surivived the trip to and back, and then planned my journey to the Musee d'Orsay. Rather than figuring out all the different transfers and stops necessary to Metro the whole way, I decided to ride to one of the Louvre stops (there are a couple where the museum is accessible) and walk over one of the 37 bridges that cross the Seine River (and those are only the ones in Paris) over to the museum. Along the way, I got a few glimpses of some of the magnificent buildings of the city (despite the clouds - sorry the photos aren't that great but I'm blaming it on the weather).

Once I got to the Orsay, I panicked because there was a huge line. After my experiences with lines at Giverny this weekend, I hesitated to wait for an hour or more when I knew there was classwork waiting for me back at the hotel. Brilliance struck (shocking, I know) and I saw the advance ticket sales office. Marching right in, I purchased a ticket for tomorrow. That ticket saves me from having to wait in the massive line! Great idea, right?! Sure it's for tomorrow, but I can rearrange my plans, I'm flexible. The idea of standing in a really long line all by myself was not what I was in the mood for, so I figured it was a good plan. And, it is.

Wandering back the way I came, I thought I might check out some of the shops and such that are at the Carrousel where we entered the Louvre the other day. As I walked, I snapped a couple more photos - ones that I didn't have the opportunity to take the other day since we arrived at the Louvre underground. I tried to remember my last visit to the Louvre in 1994 when I was here with a group of fellow high school students, but I just couldn't for the life of me. I suppose that's what happens with memories - you've got only so much room in your brain and so some of them get pushed out!

I walked down the stairs into the shops and all of a sudden it hit me why the line at the Musee d'Orsay was so long! On Mondays in Paris (like in many other large cities) many of the museums are closed, but the Louvre remains open. Conversely, on Tuesdays the Louvre closes and many of the crowds hustle to the museums that were not open on Monday - such as the Orsay. Hence the long line. However, I am still glad that I chose get a ticket for tomorrow...

So, normally tomorrow I would have my two class sessions again, but a couple of the professors have arranged for us to go hear a speaker at the American University in Paris in the afternoon. What is he going to speak about? I have no clue, but I'm sure it will be interesting! The professors seem to be excited about it, which is always a good sign. As a result, they've cancelled our regular meeting times which means I have my morning free - to go to the Musee d'Orsay! See how brilliant the plan really was?!

I made my way back to the hotel and got some classwork done - we have an assignment due tomorrow in my crisis communications class - and managed to thoroughly enjoy myself just doing the stuff that students do. For a while I sat up in the hotel room and worked and when I got tired of that view I made my way down to the lobby where a number of other students from our trip had set up (there's wireless internet in the lobby as opposed to the ethernet we have in our rooms which means only one cable and one user at a time) and did some more work.

The one funny thing was that upon returning to the lobby for our daily happy hour, I ran into some others who had waited in the long line at the Orsay and said that it only took 15 minutes! Oh heck....but how was I to know?! And this way, I'll be able to spend all the time I want...well, all until 2pm when I have to meet the group to head to the speaker. But, then again, I'm in Paris and it really doesn't bother me a bit!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

First full weekend in Paris...

Well, the first full weekend of our trip was incredible. On Saturday, I joined a group of folks on the trip in making the trek out to Monet's country home, Giverny. When I traveled to France as a little girl with my family in the mid-1980s, Giverny had not yet been refurbished and turned into a tourist attraction. Tourist attraction makes it sound so much less beautiful than it really is, though. It does not do the place justice.

The journey out to Giverny, which is in the Normandy region of France, was quite an adventure. It started off with an incorrect train time (we were told 10:20 and actually it was 12:30) and went, well, downhill from there - at least with respect to the journey itself! I'll spare you all the details except to say this: if you are in France and wish to visit Giverny, do yourself and your fellow travelers a favor and RENT A CAR! The regional transit system in France leaves a great deal to be desired in terms of directions, order, ticketing, correct schedules, and so forth. I don't think the French quite understand how bizarre it is, they just know that it is the way it is. For my part, I can understand now a bit more why the French strike so often. If I were a bus driver in France, I'd strike too if that many people in one day yelled at me that there were not enough seats on the bus, nor enough buses. Mon deiu!

Once we arrived in Giverny, due to the multiple mishaps in traveling there, we had an abbreviated afternoon in which to see the home and gardens. Unfortunately, we had no idea that another huge wait awaited us. Here is the line that we spent an hour and a half in to enter the gardens...

After our wait, we sped through some of the most incredibly beautiful gardens I've ever been in - and that's saying something, as my mother is famous for her love of gardens and making sure to detour to as many as possible on each European vacation we took while I was growing up! Consequently, I've actually become quite a fan of lovely gardens myself, but don't tell my mother that! Oh wait, she reads this....

Though our time in the garden was short, it was fantastic. Visiting during May meant that we saw the tulips in their full glory, and there were so many different kinds and colors! I know in my heart that I will go back there someday (makes me think of Kermit singing in one of the Muppet movies) and get to experience it all again. For now, I have the 60 photos that I took during our 45 minute visit - no joke, that was how long we had. Why, you ask? Because the last train to Paris was one we couldn't miss, and due to our travel challenges getting to Giverny, we anticipated (correctly) troubles returning. Click here for photos of the garden (posted on my facebook page).

Our return journey consisted of a short bus ride, followed by lots of elbows and shoving while trying to get on a bus, then an unplanned cab ride, and finally, blessed arrival on the last train back to Gare St. Lazare in Paris. We made it! The story makes for interesting dinner conversation, so if you want me to share it with you feel free to ask!

Today, I met Paula and Debbie, two of my travel buddies from Saturday, and headed to Montmartre. This is an area in northwest Paris where artists and thinkers congregated - Gericault, Corot, Utrillo, Toulouse-Lautrec, and many others - and celebrated their art. At the top of one of the highest hills in Paris lies the Basillica of Sacre Cour (the Sacred Heart) and a magnificent view of Paris. We first trekked to the top (without counting the stairs, I'm sorry to say) and took in the view, then filed into the church to have a look around. Being Sunday, a high mass was being conducted while visitors and tourists plodded slowly along the sides, guided by what must have been volunteer staff who vehimently prevented photos and video. No matter, it was beautiful.

We proceeded on, following Rick Steve's guidebook walk through Montmartre, dawdling along as we pleased. The sun came and went, never gone for long, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves! Lunch was at a cafe from which we could see Picasso's studio (wow!) and one of many breathtaking views of small, crooked, cobbled Parisian streets.

After lunch we passed Van Gough's former residence and made our way down the hill, passing the moulins (windmills) that exist along the walk, finally ending up in front of the famous Moulin Rouge where it now costs 180 Euros for dinner and a show (right now they say the conversion is 1 Euro = $1.33 approximately). Along the way we laughed, visited shops and a patisserie, and read to each other from the guidebook. What an afternoon! We concluded with our usual happy hour in the lobby of the hotel with inexpensive French wine and cheese, and lots of good stories of they day to share with our fellow travelers on the trip. Click here for photos from the day.

Tomorrow means the start of a four day run of classes here in Paris before we leave on Friday for Bordeaux. Each day I have class beginning at 8, and then again at 11, and plan to spend some of the afternoons doing work on my dissertation (boring, I know, but necessary and at least I can say I worked on it in Paris!). Somewhere in there, I plan to fit in a visit to the Musee d'Orsay, which I sped through when I was here in 1994. I can't wait to be immersed in Impressionist art and feed my fantasy of what it would be like to have been an art history major and now be a curator at such a fabulous museum!

Love from Paris....

Friday, May 8, 2009

La Louvre...

No class today! Some of the group headed off to London for the weekend and those of us who stayed have free rein of the place until they get back... I slept in this morning - well, as much as possible when there was a live band playing outside our hotel window on the Place d'Italie. Apparently today was a French national holiday, so a few rousing (literally) numbers were played for about a half hour. After my roommates departed for London, I hopped in the shower and afterwards was promptly greeted by a text from my friend Kellie, also on the trip and not going to London for the weekend.

Kellie and I met outside her Metro stop (she's at the other hotel) and decided to go to the Louvre for the day. We found our way on the Metro and disembarked at the Carrousel du Louvre, an underground shopping and visitors complex underground which leads to the entrance of the museum. After a few attempts at the self-service ticket machine, we made our plan and headed toward the Grand Salon to see La Jaconde (as she's called here in France, or as we know her, the Mona Lisa) and other fabulous Italian paintings housed there in the Denon wing of the museum.

After finishing there, we trekked to the other two wings, the Richelieu and Sully, this time accompanied by the audio guide (we learned after the first wing that it was pretty essential if we wanted to learn anything about the artifacts or paintings as all of the accompanying signs on the wall are in French - imagine that!). We saw 17th, 18th, and 19th century French paintings in the Sully wing, and decorative Renaissance Objets d'arte in the Richelieu. Between those two we stopped for a much needed rest and a coke (a respite, if you will).

Due to the holiday, the museum closed early (usually it is open until 9 or so on Friday nights), so we turned in our audio guides and headed back to Kellie's hotel area to find a cafe for dinner. Success! Managed to find a great little place on the Bastille roundabout where we sat and drank an entire bottle of red wine and ate fabulous pasta with gorgonzola sauce, sliced jambon, and sun dried tomatoes. Delish! Wandered around afterwards and managed to find a second Starbuck's (we found the first one in the Carrousel and had lunch there - I confess!) and stopped in for a last cuppa before heading home.

Tomorrow I visit....Giverny! Upon arriving back at my hotel tonight, some of my pals (who are the program staff and faculty from UF) were in the lobby for our nightly happy hour (which usually lasts longer than an hour) and told me of their plans to visit Monet's home outside of Paris. All the times I have been to Paris and to France, I've never had the opportunity to visit's a dream come true! And with great friends! I'm so excited!!! More info and photos from that journey soon....

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Day 1 - Paris!

While I really arrived yesterday evening in Paris, I'm counting by full days, so today was the first. But starting with yesterday, Kaitlin (another gal from our UF group who flew into London) and I found each other at the St. Pancras (I will always call it St. Pancreas just because it makes me giggle) train station on Tuesday, we got on the Eurostar and promptly both fell asleep once outside of the London city limits. I suppose we both needed it, though maybe she more than me because I had two days' rest on her... Upon arrival at Gare du Norde, we managed to find a place to get Metro tickets and figure out where we needed to go to get to our separate hotels - half of our group is located in one hotel and the other half in another hotel due to our size (there are approximately 90 of us!) - and unfortunately, she and I were in different hotels. Thankfully, though, it seemed to all work out. I arrived and in the lobby was part of the group, having "happy hour." Nothing better than finally arriving at your hotel and having friendly faces that you know invite you to sit down and have some wine. Now that bodes well for the trip, doesn't it?!

This morning brought a walk to the international study center where many of our classes will be held, along with an orientation session. Sophie and Ged (pronounced like Jed, but spelled the English way), our AIFS staff did a wonderful job of getting us key information, along with a few laughs (which at that hour, were much needed!). After lunch, we headed out on a coach tour of Paris, which was fabulous. It reminded me of all the times as a little girl that I saw big tour buses driving past while we were walking everywhere - I sure appreciated the ride this time.

Tonight we had our first group dinner at a lovely place on the Champs Elysees and while I'd imagine that preparing food for 90 all at the same time must have been a trial for the kitchen, the food was incredible - chicken with thyme, gorgeously mashed potatoes, and for dessert creme brulee! Oh, and for an aperitif, a kir - my mom's favorite drink - white wine and blackcurrant liquor. I was in heaven!

Tomorrow brings our first day of class and I must say, after being out of a structured school environment for almost a week now, I'm kind of ready to be somewhere at an appointed time! Outside my hotel room window I can hear Paris - people laughing, cars and sirens wooshing by, life happening. What a wonderful place....and we get to do it all again tomorrow. This time I'll try to remember to bring my camera - can you believe the day we do a bus tour that I forgot the darn thing? Typical? I don't know...stupid? Yes indeed....

Bonsoir! Dame bien!

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Landed in London

I am absolutely not kidding when I tell you that I landed at Heathrow airport this morning at 5:30. Yes, in the morning. Wow.... You would think the entire world wouldn't be awake at that hour, and really there were only two customs officers on duty at immigration! But as I moved further and further through the airport and towards the Underground, more people appeared and I began to have hope that trains would at least be running by the time I needed one. Indeed they did, and I arrived not long after 7:30 at Liza and Nick's house in Wandsworth. Liza is a friend of mine from college and after I visited her here in London last summer, I knew if I was going to be traveling through London this summer I had to make time to see her and her fiance Nick.

So, upon arrival I promptly fell into "my" bed - we had such a good time together last summer when I visited that I stayed the night and experienced the fluffy, feathery goodness of the spare room - and took a much needed nap as I got virtually no sleep on the plane...all the excitement, I suppose.... After breakfast and tea, I took a shower in the amazing, glorious shower Liza and Nick have in their flat (see photo - AMAZING SHOWER) was difficult to turn off the water and get out....

We walked to Putney for a pub lunch and a walk through some shops where I looked for a replacement pair of jeans since the ones I wore on the plane over decided to pick this morning to split because they're old (no, not because they don't fit - because they wore out!). Didn't find any, but found a Starbuck's where they wouldn't accept my cash because it was too old (no joke - Nick told me that they change the logos on the bills every 5 years or so to discourage forgery). When Mom and Dad came for a for a visit earlier this semester, they brought some British currency that they hadn't used on their last trip. Uh, apparently I can get it changed at a bank, but come on! It's CASH!! Ok, whatever...I got my coffee so I was happy....

Now we're back at the flat for a rest and will prepare for a night of fun where we drink red wine and eat homemade pizza - could it get any better?! More tomorrow maybe....although Liza and Nick have the day off (it's a Bank Holiday) so we may be out on the town having fun....

Love from London!