Thursday 17 April 2014

LIFESTYLE: Wanderlusting

“The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled at every turn. The French language, like Paris, has attempted, through its Academy, to retain its purity, to fight the advancing tides of Franglais and international prefabrication. English, by comparison, is a shameless whore.”
Stephen Fry.

I spent the weekend in the mongrel mouthful, the proudly barbaric, deeply civilised, common yet royal, sacred yet profane London.



There was pizza and prosecco on tap at Homeslice near Covent Garden.

Endless wonders in Camden.























There was Whitehall & Westminster, via Buckingham Palace.




 Unnecessary amounts of tourist photos, from all angles.























The obligatory collection of London Eye shots, and a few extra from handing over the camera.













And of course, the book markets on the Southbank, where the temptation to buy every single Penguin Classic became a little too much.






All walked out, we headed to dinner at Wahaca in Soho, which meant fish tacos, burritos and lime toting Corona's... and no camera battery left for photographs.

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