London Loved Us...

...Except the guy who robbed me on opening night. It's true. Supernal highs and infernal lows all in one evening. A block from the theater on Craven Street, no less. With a pocket full of per diem, no less. Wearing the red trousers my wife thought would make me seem like a creative, no less. I blame the trousers.

Regardless, It Happened in Key West at the Charing Cross was a magical experience - for me, and apparently for the folks below.