First order of business was to put on a hat. It was a chilly afternoon in London.
We walked through Clapham Common, and we found a little band playing at the bandstand, despite the works barricades.
And thanks to the Keep Britain Tidy campaign, Charlotte was disabused of a dear childhood fantasy. Surely Santa Claus is the next to fall. No need to keep that turd under your pillow tonight, dear one!
We walked to Northcote Road, which is lovely. And we turned east down Lavender Hill, which is also lovely. This building's sign reads, "Temperance Billiards Hall, 17 Tables." Now it's a bar. Come for the brew, stay for the irony!
Here's Hell Pizza.
Ah, the church on the Common was having a festival!
All this made Charlotte hungry, so I fed her. It was an less-than-agreeable first encounter with broccoli.