Dateline: Gainesville
We arose at 3:45 am, the stretch limo came at 4:15, and Danielle, Jan, Alaina, Gabrielle, Maria, and I piled in. The luggage was overwhelming. We arrived at Boston Logan and a redcap quickly checked seven bags. "No problem," he
London Finale
We're in out favorite airline club in the world, Virgin Air's Upper Class Lounge. The limo enters a private roadway, where Virgin employees take your bags, give you boarding passes and then usher you into a private immigration and security
London Redux
We were up at 4 this morning, the driver came at 4:30, at 7:10 we were in Calais, and at 8:02 boarded the Eurostar. We arrived in London at 8:10 (an hour time difference), the hotel driver met us and
Dateline Hanfleur and Rouen: April 11
You see below our day in Hanfleur ("deep port") and it's wonderful streets and shops, and Rouen with it's small streets and 1,000 year-old cathedral. © Alan Weiss 2011. All rights reserved.
Normandy Photos
You can find 60 photos or so on my Facebook page. You'll see here the Robert Niland grave, who was the inspiration for the movie, Saving Private Ryan. You'll see the first house liberated by the allies (British glider troops who
Dateline Normandy: April 10
We dined last night at a restaurant that the concierge selected, Le Flambé. We entered a lovely room and the woman at the desk said in struggling English, far better than my horrible French, "We are fully committed, sorry." Me: But
Dateline Normandy: April 9
We dined last night at Rules, the oldest privately owned restaurant in London (18th Century) then repaired to the Lanesborough Cigar Garden, where Guiseppe and Pasquale attended to us. An 18-year Laoproaig and a Davidoff robusto (and a diet Coke
Dateline London: April 8
This is the final morning of the Million Dollar Consulting® College. Last night we visited Scott's Restaurant for our "graduation dinner." Probably the best sea food in London. (Though all their food is terrific, and the menu warns you that
Dateline London: April 6
We're eating our way through London like a monster in a Japanese horror movie. The Square was a culinary feast, and we dined at Brunella here at the Baglioni, and Koffman in the Berkeley Hotel, where I had the chef's