"I love walking in London," said Mrs Dalloway. "Really, it's better than walking in the country."
And 90 years almost to the day since Clarissa Dalloway's walk from her central London home up to Regent's Park, devotees of Virginia Woolf's Mrs Dalloway - and those after a good stroll - today followed in her footsteps.
It was a well thought through event organised by the Women's History Group, along with the Literary London Reading Group - and off we went in posses, with seven readings from the novel en route.
Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself - the novel opens. And she sets out from her smart Westminister town house - she's hosting a political soiree that evening - across Victoria Street and St James's Park to her florists in Bond Street. While there, her story entwines - at a distance - with that of Septimus Smith, a shell shocked war veteran who has talked of ending his life, and his Italian wife Lucrezia.
We gathered this morning in Dean's Yard behind Westminster Abbey - headed across St James's Park, alongside Green Park - walked the whole length of Bond Street (never done that before) and of Harley Street (ditto) - and through the greater part of Regent's Park. I took a few photos, mingled here - as on the walk - with short bursts of the novel.
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