Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Home, but i wish i wasn't....

London was a precursor to Jerusalem: Coventry Garden, Picadilly Circus, the area down toward the palace, southbank. Street performers: a sad and dirty old Donald Duck weakly waving for change. I shook my head and said, "You're not quacking." Next time I walked by he squeaked at me. Saw a giant chair w/ a hidden figure under dress clothes, a pair of spectacles above the neck for his "invisible" head, top hat above that; an excellent ball-and-cups man, a 2 metre unicyclist, tumbler, musicians. The streets were narrow and crowded, crazy drivers, helpful citizens, small shops specializing in expensive merchandise. The sky was bright blue, the air clean and crisp amazingly enough! A waxing 3/4+ moon appeared over ancient stone and brick buildings. I wandered little narrow alleyways, under overhanging rooms or through tunnels, finally found Rock and Sole Plaice, est. 1871. Fin CSer Niko found me checking out the basement tables ("right thru the kitchen, love, down the stairs") , we were joined by Wanderer Girl from Malaysia and Adventurer7 from Trinidad/London. Excellent but pricey Rock and Chips. We wandered thru the market, around Covent Gardens, Picadilly Square, down toward Trafalgar Square and all the famous buildings. We chatted w/ a man in a dress, stepped into pubs and shops, wandered w/ a Guiness in hand. Fountains, Freemasons, Hercule Poirot in person, 50 pence coffee, double decker buses, red phone booths, statues, lights, more lights, cheerful friendly folks. A taxi driver appeared to be buying the entire lot of peanuts from a vendor on the bridge: he was actually a copper busting the man for illegal peanut sales. Anthony knows where every bathroom in the area is. the South bank is colorful, with the Eye, lights changing colors on the museums, a shuk with mostly toys and sweets, a carousel, wide paths, sculptures, free music, bridges over the reflecting Thames. Truly a beautiful city.