Tourist London. The only language I heard people speak was Russian.
London was littered with puddles.
Kids loved to splash in them. Sometimes and gruff old man, busy busy, would walk into the puddle without looking, and 3 steps in realize that it was pretty deep and he was screwed. It was a tragic thing to watch, and yet, we watched it happen three times in the short while we stood puddle watching. One guy reversed course, still ruined. Another too embarrassed to turn around, just went through. Soaked up the the ankles. What a miserable rest of the day he must have had.
The puddle was by the carousel on the Queens Walk along the river Thames.
This was in a shop window in chinatown. I shot a better one with my digi-cam.
Although it was freezing balls out, there was a fashion shoot going on with scantily clad young girls covered in goose-flesh.
People dropped coins to a sheet for a guy making a sand sculpture.
"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
" –Ingrid Bergman
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Posted December 9th, 2009 by Tired and naked, yes, but also naked and having sex.