It's my trip and I'll romanticize London if I want to. Even if that means chasing some kind of made-up Hollywood story all the way to Notting Hill on a rainy Saturday. Only to find it's even better than Hugh Grant ever narrated. With or without Julia Roberts. In the middle of Portobello Road, we found a Turk who'd been to Cedar Point. Even better. And a book of Byron and an illustrated Dickens.
And in the evening, Lion King.