One of the perks of marrying an American, besides the great chat and endless fun, is getting one of those coveted green card thingys. I don’t see what all the fuss is about, but my better half thought it might be novel to have one to pad his wallet. So we hit the gilded streets of Mayfair on a glorious golden morning for our prescheduled appointment at the American Embassy.
We arrived at Grosvenor Square and were promptly processed through a few lines, then hung out briefly in the main waiting room watching enticing American travel videos on a big screen, before our number was called. After a quick chat, everything was deemed to be in order, and the application was approved!
Feeling very accomplished, we headed off to celebrate over a meal…
At my all-time favourite lunch spot, The River Cafe.
Sipping prosecco with fresh blood orange, we attempted the universal puzzle of deciding what dishes to order.
Which is no problem, because you simply cannot go wrong!
This pigeon was declared in “the top three” dishes, ever. Which, in other words, is about as good as it gets!
Dessert had to be accompanied by a frosty glass of limoncello. And even after, pleasantly stuffed, we were still reluctant to peel ourselves away from the table.
Strolling along the banks of the Thames, we passed Hammersmith Bridge and all the grand residences lining the Lower Mall.
We came across The Dove, a pub we’ve been aching to visit, so we wandered in for a drink and a look around. The Dove sits right on the water, making it a popular place to watch the annual boat race.
A cosy place to while away a rainy London afternoon. And now that our days here are numbered, we are clinging to the romance of these bleak and wet days more than ever!