On Bond Street, after braving the crazy masses of Christmas shoppers on Oxford Street, so we could go see the light angels.
Chris in Borough Market (a gastronomic paradise that will become my favorite hang out), eating an ostrich sandwich.
St Pancras Station. Brand-new and beautiful. The train takes you from the center of London to the center of Paris in two hours and fifteen minutes.
For my birthday, we went to the British Museum. On the way there I saw a Christmas hotel and decided that Chris should pose for a Christmas picture. He was grumbly about it.