Got out of my neighborhood and walked through Islington, to Little Italy (not very Italian) and then towards Bloomsbury.
Saw lots and lots of Crosses of St. George every where. I mean bordering on America in late 2001 level of flag bearing. Thought it was kind of weird and then I got into a conversation with the woman at the cafe where I ate lunch and she explained that all the flags had only come out because of the World Cup. She hoped England would lose so all the ridiculous patriotism would end. It reminded her "too much of America." Hm, fair enough.
An awfully designed playground.
An awfully designed playground in an entirely different way.
Found this on a bench outside of a nice church. Snagged the book, "The Big Sleep" by Raymond Chandler. Seems like a good find. Left the hat and the notebook filled with illegible scrawling.
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