Walked up to the top of the Sacre Couer (oh, yeah, my hostel was right near it -- forgot to mention that) for the last time in the forseeable future this morning.

The trip back to London was thankfully uneventful (except for when I feared I had lost my passport -- turned out that I just misplaced it in a location other than the usual). Left Luton smoothly, and got my train to King's Cross on time.

Arriving at Bencie's flat, unfortunately, was not so smooth a process. Well, getting there was, but I had some trouble with the locks... fortunately, all figured out now.

Bayswater is a very nice area -- lots of stores and a cinema right nearby. And most of all, a supermarket. Seems like that's what I'll be relying on while I'm staying here and on my own for food (pre-Pesach, that is... and parents, I could use some help pointing to a place to buy some matzah). This is not necessarily a bad thing. Sure, it's not gourmet eating, but it liberates my diet from the constraints of the Nottingham meal plan (or the "traveling in Paris and buying a lot of street food" meal plan). I mean, it's been months since I've had a PBJ -- practically Ambrosia. And without a convenient supermarket, there's no way I'd be able to get a box of the wonder that is Cracklin' Oat Bran (or "All-Bran Crunchy Oatbakes," as Kellogg's has dubbed it here in the States).

Plus, cheap supermarket stuff leaves money for a very well-regarded gelato place just around the corner. Between that, Paris, and Rome, no shortage of frozen desserts on this trip. Ah, me and my sweet tooth...