18th of November, Train: Northampton-London
November rain and busy London. Train full of people reading newspapers. A British obsession for rumors and safety.
Voices all around. Young, old. Kids laughing.
I close my eyes and enjoy the simple feeling of being present.
A few hours in search of urban cuteness.
The commercial face of Christmas on the other side of every window.
And many people rushing around.
The intensive smell of coffee and expensive perfumes.
French people looking for the perfect breakfast in English patisseries.
Coldness, fog and rain.
Music and street performances.
London is alive, has a pulse.
London is the right place to be at my age.
London, Madrid, Cluj..
The urban gigantism.
The official cover of the city. Serious, grey and sober buildings.
Parliament, ministries, huge cathedral, large streets and lots of semaphores.
And the disappointing Buckingham palace. Small and far from the promised elegance.
And somewhere there the small lovely streets. Bohemian hidden corners. Waves of incredibly beautiful people. I could look at them for hours, wandering. Catching pieces of conversations.
That caressing accent.
Long loud silence into the eyes of lonely strangers.
Clumsy boys in costumes and elegant men in hoodies.
Finally the metro sound and the underground world I’ve missed so much.
And Subcarpați at the end of that journey.
One day in London and the first in UK, as I always imagined it has to be…