Across the pond some of my readers are celebrating Thanksgiving this week. I really don’t want to come back as a turkey, it must be a nasty shock to find that evolution has made most people see you as the perfect dinner for family celebrations.
Back in the Second World War this chapel, the Grosvenor, was used by American armed forces vbased in London.
It is also where they came when the war ended to give thanks for the Allied victory.
It was handily just down the street for the US Ambassador, John Gilbert Winant, who lived here.
I’m guessing rationing meant no Ferrero Rocher at Winant’s parties, and I hope next time I’m in Mayfair with a few minutes to spare that the skies are blue.