Calling Inspector Sands
So we had a great night in Camden after returning from an equally good day out in Wimbledon. Caught an Uber out to Wimbledon via the hotel in camden. £30 for an hour’s journey, not bad. Took us an hour and a half or so to get back on foot and tube and then sat on the balcony of room 506 – Penthouse – overlooking the lock with a cold beer.
I called Cafe Chula and was surprised to get a table for four for 8pm. Cafe Chula is a mexican street food joint just over the canal in the market. I have been there previously just for drinks and was suitably impressed.
We were not disappointed. In fact after we arrived the place filled up and they had a guitarist there for our delight and delectation who was very good. The only downside was that Anne felt a little queasy and retired to our room to watch France v Germany in the Semi-finals of the football.
Didn’t make it a late night. Caught the end of the footy. Unfortunately France won. My money was on Germany. I now need Portugal to win the final.
This morning we tubed it back to Kings Cross. Whilst Anne and John were in Waitrose buying supplies (he is off to Skeggy with the school windband to play in a concert) there was an alert calling for Inspector Sands. This is code for there is something going on.
Ended up in the revamped First Class Lounge. Only had advanced first tix so didn’t think we would be able to get in. However Virgin Trains East Coast appear to have changed their policy which is good.
Now back at home recovering. We are all tired and irritable!
Featured image is of tiles from the Cafe Chula bar.
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