Where Was the Wimbledon Glamour?

The crowded, dingy Wimbledon Tube Station was nothing to write home about.  Already, I missed the one in Hampstead with its bright tiles and friendly attendants. 

We had to walk several long blocks to get to Chris’s small townhouse, a.k.a. the Railway Tracks Hotel – the RTH, and there wasn’t a tennis court in sight.  So much for Wimbledon glamour! 

With Chris pulling my suitcase-on-wheels and pointing out local landmarks of interest – there weren’t very many – the route seemed endless. When we finally reached a small side road, we turned into a cluster of houses, which the British refer to as a close, headed toward a large fence (obviously hiding the tracks and trains), turned right, and made our way along a narrow, barely-lit path to the townhouse door. 

My long face was brushing against my kneecaps by the time we arrived.

One Response to “Where Was the Wimbledon Glamour?”

  1. If you are reading my blog, please comment! Cheers, Kathleen

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