Monday Mousetrap

Since Monday was so hot we chose to go somewhere where there would be air conditioning so on the suggestion of Fiona we went to The Wallace Collection.

The Wallace Collection is the accumulative work of the Marquess' of Hereford set in a Regency townhouse it contains some of the most famous art in the world such as the laughing Cavalier and The Swing.

We started in the very posh restaurant (very expensive but it was nice) and then went to the  best  toilets in the world! They were their own little room and very clean and lovely. We had a nice wander around the the collection until we were very politely shown out. Special mention should go to the Time Regained exhibition by kevin Coates. He is a goldsmith who has created some great modern pieces. It is free and on until September so go check it out.

We then went for a wander down Bond Street (mostly to avoid the crowds) and very tired now jumped on the underground to Leicester Square and then on the St Martin's Theatre for The Mousetrap.

On the recommendation of Lydia we had food at the Cantina Laredo where we had the Best Churros ever! So delious!! And great service (but it was a monday night). We were very excited to find out that the lead actress of Mousetrap eats everyday at the restaurant before the show, recommendation indeed.

As I'm sure you are aware The Mousetrap was written by Agatha Christie and is a murder mystery. It is famous because at the end of the play you are asked to not reveal the murderer so I don't know how much of the plot I can reveal however it is set in 1930's and is a one room play very typical of this period which meant it was little dull but everyone acted with conviction and there were lots red herrings. It was like watching an episode of Miss Marple, comfortable with a dark edge and yes I did guess the murderer.

Facilities:  As this is an older theatre the ladies loos were only accessible by a door at the back on the other side of the stalls. Still they were ok and we didn't queue for long. We headed to the bar and watched the bartender explain to an American why his son couldn't take glass in to the theatre (the kid got it but Dad didn't). Not much choice but adequate. Also they shut the merchandise shop before the end so I couldn't buy anything after the show (why do theatre do this? I might not want to buy anything at the beginning because I haven't seen it yet but at the end I might want the t shirt and the signed programme! They are missing an opportunity.)

We had a nice walk home down St Martin's lane enjoying the still thriving Covent Garden.