I can't get enough of London. No matter how many times it would spit me out, my heart will always beat for it. London and Paris are both completely different worlds paying a very important role in my life. Both have been kind, both have been tough. I must say, after London, everywhere seems relatively small and calm. I am not in a hurry to go back. The future doesn't look so promising and I quite like the idea of not being homeless. Eating is fine, too. Sometimes I think about Edinburgh, although much smaller, might have a lot to offer culturally and aesthetically. It does remain a big unknown, until I give myself some time to explore it. Friends leave London one after another. It becomes ridiculously expensive, but with time you tend to get used to it. Your standards change and month after month you keep rolling,. And that's what London is like - it will always give you a bait to push you through this one more month. Just one more month...
I miss my friends and this feeling that every day something can happen that will change your life forever. Paris is more like a gigantic village, quite predictable, although i strive for variety and excitement, at least within me. The good thing is, that the two are just 2 hours away, so it's possible to have and eat all the cakes. All of them.
Sometimes I get jealous of those who stayed, but then I realize how lucky I am and how busy they are to just keep going.
But I will always come visit and discover something new or rediscover the old corners and take better pictures. I wish you could see what I saw. Here is some old snaps from London, when I was young and productive. The big glass buildings seem to be so unlike me, always walking among gloomy gothscapes, but there is something strangely satisfying in their geometry.
Until next time,