UPDATE FROM LONDON
We stumbled into a little pub called the Nag's Head, where little appears to have changed since whenever it opened, my guess being 1327. The man at the bar took our food order mainly by telling us what we wanted to eat, and he was right. When I attempted to order a "lager," he looked alarmed and said, "What, don't you drink beer?" I had, stupidly, believed that lager was beer, but apparently it is not, at least not in the Nag's Head. So I said, OK, I'll have a beer, which suited him better, and he gave me a beer, and I have to say it was excellent.
There are also many historic museums, palaces, monuments, churches, etc., in London, and we have admired them all, including the gift shops. Also of course, as required by the British constitution, the government is having a sex scandal.
We're staying at a charming little place which -- like so many charming little places here -- was built before the discovery of plumbing and electricity. Both of these things have been added, but they are intruders -- random-looking pipes and wires snaking around in a haphazard manner, unsure of themselves, not working much, clearly temporary. Kind of like us tourists.