So the week flew by and I have done no shopping. Trudged around Oxford Street looking for something. Went to a couple of Body Shops – ahem – and found nothing. Is it just me or is London a tad more crowded now [then, say 1766 when I was last here - sheesh]. My quest to find a cricket vest – not so lucky.
The highlight, as always, has been in meeting people. I had a great night out on Wed.¬†with Rob, Spencer and dacoit [congrats to Rob for finishing his M.A. and deciding to come to Chicago for his Ph.D.] Also, saw Raphael, a former student who is now reporting for the A.P¬†in London. He told me about the nutty statement of¬†Ze Pope – as it had just come¬†out that morning. I remember contemplating that the reaction to such statements could be ugly. Then, I emerged from the 2 day occulsion at the conference to find out the reaction, indeed, has been ugh-lee. Oh well. At least, at Cambridge were more grand hangouts with Africanists and other scholars of the colonial ilk.
Pictures and more as I gather my senses – after I get back to Chicago.