Chez Freud/Hampstead Heath

Two weekends ago (blog's been a bit behind since I finally started writing the chapter in earnest and was traveling) I went with my friend Elena up to Hampstead to see the Freud Museum and famous Heath.

Freud and the fam moved there to escape the Nazis in 1938, and he died a year later, so it was actually much more Anna Freud's house than Sigmund's, though of course the museum is more dedicated to papa Freud (Anna gets a room, though). The house was pretty beautiful, and we got to see Freud's extensive collection of Orientalist knickknacks.

Then we wandered around Hampstead Heath and enjoyed one of the first really beautiful - albeit blustery and not so warm - days we've had here.

Baby swan family!!!

Landscape doesn't get much more English than this. You sort of expect Heathcliff or Mr. Rochester to come riding over on a steed, don't you? Or is that just me?