My feet hurt and I am entirely happy. I am searching for the 18th century in London. Today we went to the Handel Museum (near Claridge’s) in the west end and I examined the floor planks and the windows and the wooden stool with a top that contained his chamber pot. I never knew chamber pots had containers. That makes sense, though. A lid one can close.
Tomorrow, I am going to go see the church where MW and Godwin were married and the neighborhood where Mary Shelley was born (the house isn’t standing anymore). St. Pancras used to be the outskirts of London and now there is the giant train station and the river has been paved over. I am going to have to imagine the cowsheds and hayfields of two hundred years ago.