At last London!

Date back in 2000, it was my place where I started a journey that didn't come to its end yet...After countless hours, quite a few cups of tea and no less muffins, setting foot on the capital of the United Kingdom. Unexpectedly, the sun welcomes me during my walk around the city: any skin colour, needless to say , in a tan contest I'd qualify for the finals easily, hurrying executives in smart suits Is it summer for them?, the unavoidable tube....It is true that everytime there is a comeback to place where you were before, the impressions are slightly different..So here is the question If you have been happy in a place or with someone..Is it worth trying again or you better start from the scratch somewhere else??


I have been travelling around three continents so far in this trip,all of them so different but with an invisible dot connections.... Am I getting any wiser? The British Museum, a contradictory one: thieves o culture rescuers? It really doesn't matter. The imagination flies as long as the eyes and mind get hooked on those sculptures, figures, objects from a past that is so alive....A traditional breakfast in Covent Garden, and then visiting all those landmarks (in many occasions like a flock of sheeps to say the least: Picadilly Circus, House of the Parliament, London Bridge....In a few minutes my last duty will be drinking a pint in the neighbourhood: Camden Town...


Tomorrow, I'll be crossing the English Channel, direction to? You know it indeed Don't you?


Good night darling!!!