The B&B I'm calling home was built in 1789 -- luckily it was refurbished in the middle of the 20th century, but it still has the narrow halls and doorways that I'm assuming were typical of the 18th century. To get to my room, I walk up two flights of stairs, around a corner, and down a half flight of another set of stairs. Then I get to my door, which is another 3 steps up:

If the door looks abnormally tall and skinny to you, that's because it is (see how I cleverly included my suitcase in the photo so you can get a sense of proportion?). And at first, the room itself seemed incredibly small, but I'm already used to it and have decided that for one person, it's not so cramped afterall. I have a tiny closet, just big enough for my clothes, a small sink, and a couple of small end tables. I don't think there's enough room for me to stretch out on the floor, but luckily I can't think of any reason I'd need to stretch out on the floor. I was going to take a picture of the room to show you, but then I realized it would:
So I've decided to spare you. I will, though, include another photo that won't provide a clear sense of proportion: the statue of Newton outside the British Library . Those are the tops of trees you see at the base of the statue, so he's looming over the whole courtyard in front of the library:

Oh, and my mistake: I walked up to the Library today to get my reading pass & order the manuscripts I need, and then I took a really long walk to find the post office, grocery store, and scope out the restaurant choices. These were good ideas. The bad idea was to stretch out on my bed "for just a minute" before dinner. I woke up four hours later ... at 9 pm London time, which is exactly what I didn't want to do. Luckily I bought some hummus and pita and fruit at the grocery store, so I'm staying in tonight in hopes that I'll get back to sleep sometime soon.
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