I don't remember much of the flight home. I don't even remember watching anything or eating anything. Much of the eight hour flight was a blur.  I must have had a decent amount of sleep.

Around midday, local time, we came in over London, flying East to West on our approach to Heathrow. We landed with quite a bump but it didn't matter to Julie. We made it safely back. She was literally buzzing with relief.

Getting through immigration was a bit tedious. It took us longer to get into our own country than it did to get into America! I was further delayed because the page with all the information in my passport had bent, so the e-gates couldn't read it.

I had to go through an old school manual check.

Despite the delay, within an hour of landing we were arriving at Paddington train station on the Heathrow Express. We now had five hours to kill so we headed to our favourite part of London to kill time, Covent Garden.

 The former fruit and vegetable market, now filled with bars and shops, is the centre of the district. It's a beautiful building. We never miss a chance to visit whenever we find ourselves in London.

Garry recomended a roof-top bar in the Royal Opera House that overlooked the market so we headed up for a drink. It was a lovely spot and being able to see the market from this unique viewpoint made it worthwhile.  

We then moved on, for another round of drinks. This time in our favourite place, sat inside the Covent Garden market, outside the pub The Crusting Pie, listening to classical performers, from opera singers to string instrument musicians.

By now we were getting hungry. Julie suggested we should try The Ivy.

We were in luck, it was open and had availability, so we quickly made a reservation on line, then walked the short distance to West Street.

Julie and I had eaten here before, many years ago. It was nice to return.

All the staff were exceptionally welcoming despite us all looking very disheveled after our long and tiring journey.  The whole atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

I was thrilled to see the French Onion soup on their menu was labelled as suitable for vegetarians. It's usually made with beef stock. I just had to order it.

It didn't disappoint. It was so delicious and definitely not beef stock!

For her main Julie went for the pork, it couldn't be anything else having practically eaten it every day in Peru! Whilst I had their spinach and ricotta ravioli in sage butter.

It was such a lovely way to finish our trip

We set off on foot to Euston train station in time for our 6:30pm train home.