I'll only be in London a month and a half more. School is ending, goodbyes are beginning, and now is time for doing everything I've been wanting to do, before it's too late. Not that I haven't had a full life here.
My mom and dad came on holiday one time, we went to Yorkshire where they serve you whole sausages and whole potatoes on a flat bread and call it pudding. Ezra took me to Paris where we drank wine on the Île de la Cité in the orange nighttime glow. Once I went to Bath with a Norwegian woman who's six feet tall and eats Fisherman's Friend like it's candied crack.
A lot of times I just wander around London by myself, mazing through the boroughs, lounging in the parks, watching the people*, with an umbrella and a camera and a game plan for where to pee along the way.
*Photo by Ham.
2 comments:
Oh, the Fisherman's Friend. I do remember those when I was in London in 1995 and got a cold in the middle of the heat wave summer.
Wait, there was a heat wave when you were in London? In the summer?
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