It was on the way, so we figured we should at least see 221B Baker Street from the outside.




I'm guessing this is another example of the cultural divide because I can't picture a scenario where "Slap My Thigh!" would constitute a reasonable thing to put on a giant Christmas decoraton in a department store.




Emma took this photo - she thought it was a momentous event that I took Morgan into the washroom at Selfridges to change her diaper. This was my triumphant return.




On the sidewalk outside Selfridges there was an elaborate automated weather station housed in a protective cage. Why you'd need this right at street level in the middle of a city's downtown core escapes me. That must lead to some super-localized forecasts.




Milo enjoyed riding the Underground.

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