Five years ago Anna and I made the long journey to the UK for a three week holiday. 1.5 weeks were spent in London. I liked and still like London. Five years on many things remain the same however living in a non English speaking country for the last six months has allowed me to look upon London with a fresh pair of eyes.
We caught the Euro-Star from Paris to London. Before we left the Mediterranean we were able to enjoy two of the finest products Italy and France have to offer.
Italian Acqua Frizzante and French baby baguettes.
English passport control was as frightening as last time. Thankfully within 10 minutes of being on the train we were able to sample good produce from the motherland.
On to London.
Do you know how odd it is to have to start thinking in English again?
To be able to eavesdrop on other peoples conversations again?
Which reminds me.
One of Prince Malcolm’s funnier jokes when he was not going on about Sailing Yachts.
Q:How do you stop an Italian from talking?
A:You chop his arms off
This is probably why I have managed living in Italy when I don’t really know what people are saying a lot of the time.
After such an exile I was struck by advertising of all things. Advertising loses a lot of its impact when you can’t read it so I gladly gazed at news paper bill boards, taxi banners and read the contents on the back of chip packets for at least five minutes.
After such a homecoming for someone who is quite fond of the English language it was great to get in Jacqui and Nicks VW and head to Putney!
Putney is a locally described haven for antipodeans. Like most places in London it seemed positively dreary when it was raining but had a bit of charm when the sun was out.
One of things I enjoy about Britain is that the English know they are shit at making good food. Hence there is a excellent array of international restaurants catering to every whim and fancy. Its positively international and makes you really feel part of a rock orbiting a fiery mass inside a galaxy. I even spotted a Swedish fast foot restaurant. What do Swedes eat? and what do they eat when they are in a hurry?
Borrowing previous big city writing I will now drape some photos across the page and write some suitable comments.
The very English/ Lord Nelson square. Actual well dressed wombles/moles out enjoying the sun shine.
Interesting performance art space that you could perform in. Unfortunately this person was not much of a performer. She could have been writing a book!
Some clock. It was out an hour. In Italy anyway.
One of the more affordable streets in London. It was quiet in the cheap streets.
Winter Pims. Great invention.
Interesting juxtaposition of things.
That is a wrap. I do have other things to write but they can wait for that elusive book I am writing or for the next time I go to London. Sometimes things are best left unread.