221b Baker Street


One more day in London before I leave for the provinces, er, shires, and I just can't go without a visit to 221b Baker Street. Which apparently WAS not a real address, but IS now, and is preserved as it should be. Here I encountered a lovely pair of tourists dressing for the part, and persuaded one of them to try on a hat that I wanted to send to my son. A deerstalker, of course. How could I not? He swears he still has it, but it hasn't made an appearance at 1505 as yet.

(apparently Holmes has been experimenting with some kind of bugging interference)