Victoriana

In the saddle and up town. And back down, with teabags and an artisanal loaf in my handlebar manbag.
Later up to the Filmhouse to see Jackie - I wasn't that bowled over; it was good looking but slow, and I didn't really get much feeling for her character or for the enormity of the events which unfolded. It all seemed on the surface.
And then on to Harajuku for a fine little nosh - as befitting the date. Though I think my choice of two nigiri wasn't that wise, as I hadn't already eaten.
Home on the no16 - always a joy - I took full advantage and hurrah - level 23!