I admit it, I enjoy moments of being a Princesse in my personal life. And an agreed-upon division of labor (with respectful consultations as appropriate) is about the only way two imaginative neurotics can get anything done. And some people may be better dealing with some kinds of abstract concepts (e.g., moving airline mileage or distances in kilometers) than others. So having said all of that, here is the trip as it finally lays out, with just a few cultural notes to show we are more than just gluttons. Restaurant reservations are all made (whew!) and reports will follow.
Friday. London. V & A Museum, exhibit "The Roots of Beauty" (Art Nouveau). Late dinner.
Saturday. Lazy lunch. Theatre. Another late dinner (with friends who chose the the venue).
Sunday. Gorgeous lunch. Chunnel to Brussels.
Monday. Brussels. Outdoor tromp around Brussels gazing at Art Nouveau exteriors if not raining. Dinner.
Tuesday. Day trip to Bruges (love Bruges, love, love, love); dinner in Brussels.
Thursday. Lyon. Lunch at Les Halles de Lyon; dinner at favorite bouchon again (you don't get food like this anywhere else).
Friday: TGV to Paris. Dinner.
Monday. Dinner. (have been wanting to eat at Spring, among other places, but will not be in Paris in time for lunch on Friday, and they close weekends and don't reopen til Tuesday for dinner, Weds. for lunch. Just doesn't work, although they were charming when I spoke with them). Update from friend on the ground: dinner schedule staying the same but lunch will only be served on Fridays for the foreseeable future. Sigh.
Tuesday. Back to New York. Bare possibility of early lunch before we leave - always easier to repack than to pack; but if not, since we change planes at Heathrow, I have been promised a Large Snack at the Caviar Bar at Heathrow. Hmph.
This moving around sounds more hectic than it really is, because we don't have to fly (thus no airport traffic, no security lines, no early check-ins) or drive (no finding/waiting at car rental places, no traffic, no having to park) between places. I love driving around France, love the flexibility and the potential for improvisation, but that's for another time. Right now, suitcase beckons and I am smiling.