I do not know how many attempts I

I do not know how many attempts I've taken to make it comprehensible to me why I always come hither again and again in this seven-million-inhabitant great juggernaut full of dirt, hectic, crowded subways and inflated prices until I finally I understand: I love this city. I love to push my Oyster card on the yellow circle and then, as always, almost mindlessly aground on the barrier to slow opening, I love to read in the train to Waterloo Sherlock Holmes stories on the mobile charleston sc real estate phone while before window Earlsfield, Clapham Junction and go by Vauxhall, the stolen glances, the one throwing charleston sc real estate in the tube, the impossibility of anyone to speak without inevitably falling charleston sc real estate into the Ruch homicidal madness, the papery sandwich from the train station, the little gallery with ever changing owners at Oxo Tower, the queuing at the bar next to Blackfriars Bridge to Pints for Jim and me, the view over the Thames from South Bank, when the other tourists have disappeared into their holes, to St. Paul's Cathedral and the Unilever HQ-everything, I love everything about this city what others who have to live (over) here, loathing, and, here it comes, even the lukewarm ales and bitters-which, however, took some time and required the realization that outside Europe from the beer brewing now really has no idea. Remember my large and small discoveries, the Dennis Severs House, Dulwich College, in the James Caird and goose bumps, charleston sc real estate the Dulwich Picture Gallery, charleston sc real estate the Ritzy in Brixton, Clapham and the Greenwich charleston sc real estate Picture House, the cafes in the Horniman Museum and the Royal Festival Hall, the Wellcome Collection in Bloomsbury, the Angestelltenklo Magnum Photo Print Room, Whitechapel Art Gallery, my days and evenings with friends, some of them just yet stranger, Claus, charleston sc real estate Jim, soon Kathy marries Bettina-oh, my heartiest Congratulations on your engagement and my deepest joy, just a shame about Plan B!, Steffi, only just met and already happy just to get out, Colin, whose wife is pregnant, Theo, dear Theo, Malvina, eternally gorgeous crazy, Sharon and Nikki, the I have become in such a short time to friends, Robert, who has given me picked out the day after our reunion a flight to Norway to our ski tour, Jenna, slightly hesitant in life, Andrea, which definitely draws with her husband and child soon out of the city as practically everyone here (and most remain then but-except charleston sc real estate for Steffi, but you do not want the day chickens before they hatch, jaja).
You're now in London? I tried using the Google translator thingy for your postings When you first set off, but it mangled everything so much did I gave up I have no idea what you're saying, but I did Recognise the word 'London' * grin *
I hope you're having a fantastic time. I'm just back from a walk across Scotland-what lots of fun-and thinking of going back to the Pyrenees Either or maybe to Corsica for a second GR20.
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