our last and by no means least day in Londontown . . .

a building with the words "soup kitchen for the Jewish poor" etched in the facade

I liked this the look of this photo better, than the one with all the words ~~~ thus no "soup kitchen"

my cousin Michael took us for an excellent fun tour of Soho today.
we ate in a yummy market with food stands of just about every ethnicity.

my dad's birth certificate listed "East End, Whitechapel" as place of birth—that's here,
 where all the schmata shops used to be and where there used to be lots of Jewish delis.
there are still 2 very popular bagel stores side by side
so we'll have some bagels in the morning before we leave :)

cousin Matt's comeback when I told him he's the 9th cousin I've met over here ;)
spanning 3 generations

we share uncompromising foodie-ism . . .
tonight he joined us for a great last London supper at the Turkish place where
 Mark and I have eaten at least once every day of our trip
so great to meet you, Matt. a really fun night :)
I hope the Queen's inspectors give you two thumbs up like we do!