First to London and crossing Waterloo Bridge. 
A bright clear morning. Thence to Russell Square
where a London pigeon wandered by a green door. 
The Foundling Museum was fascinating and a mixture of happy and sad. What stories here. What names!
Each one an invitation to imagine their tale.
Such bleak little black beds. 
A menu rather heavy on bread and milk – in the days when so many children had nothing. 
Babies held by older foundlings on their christening day.
A dancing sprite on Oxford Street
And flowers at Liberty ‘s.
Random Images 
The foundling hospital looks interesting. Were you ever there?
I haven’t been to the Foundling museum for a few years. I remember being very moved. I think I need to go back. Deserves a blog post.