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Paris Vol. 5 from The Seventh Movement on Vimeo.

Supper's Waiting on the Table

I forgot about this video. I'm really enjoying 90% of it and 100% of the song. The song always makes me think of winter. Soon enough.

Riverbank

I am really fascinated by this photograph. This is an artist/gay witch on the banks of the Thames. I think a lot of elements and even tones here capture an element of life in London.

London Story 2

Yesterday I caught the Maison Martin Margiela '20' exhibit at Somerset House before it closed today. I'd been meaning to go all summer, as did C so it was good that we went in the nick of time. The exhibit is a 20 year retrospective on the fashion house, and I really respected the design ideas and ways that the house pushed the boundaries of conventional design. Photography was politely prohibited, but that's what the internet is for!

It should be mentioned that the day ended with a stroll down the Thames and across Blackfriars Bridge up to London Bridge where we delighted in Borough Market. I'm still thinking about that Haloumi wrap I had. Plus my Turkish admirer is all about discounting Baklava for me. At this rate it should be free by November.

London Story 1

Yesterday I walked all along Clapham Common to find an HSBC. It was sunny! And warm! Well warm in the sense that wearing that wool sweater and leather jacket and short shorts was a good balance. Clapham Common is like a massive field with trees dotting it every now and then. A very well kept field I should mention. The lawns were being mowed and the smell of grass hung over the whole area. It was lovely.

I saw some interesting sites on my walk. My two favourite being the Canada geese who kept a suspicious eye on anyone who stopped to look at them. AND the interesting phenomenon I refer to as "City Fishers". I am surprised every time I see someone fishing in a city pond. The fine folks at this particular Clapham pond would be referred to as "white trash" if they lived in North America. Luckily they don't. But they were hunkered down for an afternoon of tanning and fishing, complete with beer cooler, umbrella, fold out chairs and bathing suits. Again, let me note it was 20 degrees and windy. If I had been more adept I would have photos to accompany this little tale, but I said "I'll take photos later" and then walked home on the other side of the street. Oops.

Today's journey: Greenwich, to find the Prime Meridian!