I mooched along to the British Museum on my last afternoon in the city because I had gifts to buy and thought I’d pop in. There’s no more ‘popping in’ to the museum apparently, but queuing for a long security check instead. Hope it’s just a temporary thing.

Afterward the torrential downpour had slowed to a lighter misty rain, so I wandered back toward the hotel. I often stay near Russell Square, so it was sad to hear it as the location of a violent attack this week. I’ll keep this picture in my head instead: enjoying chocolate and pistachio gelato on a rainy afternoon with nowhere I had to be.