Richmond. After a lovely afternoon walking around Kew Gardens and enjoying the dazzling art of Marc Quinn, I took the bus (a double decker of course!) to the town of Richmond (about 10 miles west of London). After walking up to Richmond Hill I arrived at the Roebuck. Established in 1717 (there was an earlier pub on this site back in the time of Shakespeare), it is the oldest pub in Richmond. It has a beautiful interior with lots of brick and a small bar, and lots of cozy spots to settle in. After taking a few photos and chatting with a couple of the locals (I promised not to publish their photos as they said they were wanted by Interpol - love that British humour!), I tasted a few beers and ordered a Roebuck Pale Ale. Although the pub was delightful the best was yet to come. I took my beer across the road, sat on a bench and watched the sun begin to set over the Thames. While there I had a conversation with a young musician/composer from Argentina who told me about the rock and roll history the town had. The Rolling Stones and The Yardbirds began playing here, and artists from the Beatles and The Who to The Animals and The Kinks performed here. The sunset was glorious. It was the conclusion of a great afternoon.