Today's objective was to buy tickets for a play at the TKTS discount ticket kiosk at Leicester Square. We took our regular bus RV1 to Covent Garden. Then, after a few false turns, we found it and purchased tickets for tonight's performance of a Stephen Sondheim show called Merrily We Roll Along. Then, since we were close we ate lunch at St. Martin's in the Fields' Crypt. Its a cafeteria with limited selection but Linda and I shared roast chicken, rice, and squash. It was just right. Frank wanted to visit the Courtauld Gallery at Somerset House. There was one particular picture he was interested in by Manet, not Monet. It was a large painting of a barmaid standing at the bar looking at you at the Follies Begergie (sp?). There is a mirror behind her showing you the large room full of people having a good time. The description mentions that in the late 1800's the barmaids served both alcohol and love.

We walked across the Waterloo Bridge and took pictures of each other and stopped at the Cafe Nero to have a coffee. We ate in having mussels, chicken and salad. Then, it was off to the theatre. We gave ourselves 45 mins. to get there and it turned out that was just enough time. As we walked out of the apartment Frank took a quick right and was gone by the time  we looked up. We turned left and walked over to Waterloo Underground station. Once inside, there were lots of halls and escalators to walk, even some of those automated walkways that are in airline terminals. Big station.  Makes our Metro Center in DC look really dinky. A short trip over to the theatre district and after a couple of blocks we were at the theatre without a sign of Frank. We had 5 mins. to spare. It turns out that the theatres in London start on-time, no 7 min. delay like in the States. Lynda was able to get the office person to let her in without a ticket - Frank had their tickets. We tried to call Frank, but no luck. After the first act, he appeared. He was late but saw most of the first act from the back. Our seats were in the 3rd row.  Lynda was livid, so we left them alone while we drank water and waited for the 2nd act.

The play was much better than we thought it would be. I  didn't think I liked Sondheim's work, but maybe I do. I need to see more of his stuff. Afterwards, we walked over to the Strand near Waterloo bridge and took the RV1 bus right to our apartment.