Londontown

After visiting the Nando's afterhours french/polish birthday party...and watch J. stomp on half full bottles, then climb on top of the bathroom to dance...we got on a night bus.

A night bus of delights.

Sitting on the top of the bus = seeing amazing views of the river and city and feeling every lurch and bump of the ride, every swing, every near-miss of overhanging branches and lampposts. And before descending for our stop, we met Jeremy, who was drunk and covered in ketchup and who charmed lisa with his accent. and ketchup.





If you can't change it, you have to stand it, as Ennis del Mar once sort of said. Lisa could not change the brokenness of her knee on our pre-dawn trek back from south London. But there was a shopping cart for bringing her home. And I stood on it.

Lisa is good to know for many reasons, not least of which is her ability to trick foreign-born restauranteurs into giving her lifetime discounts for talking to them and taking an interest in their culture for 10 minutes. Brick lane is the place for indian/bangladeshi food. And Spice Brick Lane is the place to say Lisa says hi.

My Camera:

Lisa's:

Oh, were you in London?