Arielle met me at the station and kindly escorted me back to her 4th floor flat. After a refreshing shower I felt more like a person and was ready to face the significant amount of day left before I could sleep, which I was looking forward to, because naturally, sleeping on the plane was unsuccessful. Arielle's neighborhood isn't exactly ghetto, she says everyone is well-behaved, but there are English versions of housing projects and lots of graffiti. The graffiti is of varying qualities, but there is a particularly lovely collection to be seen on a walk down the canal near the flat.
We were on our way to a lovely, but kinda hipster, little cafe where my coffee was pretty and my bacon sammich was huge.
Creep powerbox huh?
And then there was lots of lounging about and getting to know the area better. ...And eating of A Roast. I learned that A Roast refers to more than a particular hunk of beef. It included semi-fried potatoes and parsnips, as well as boiled vegetables and a proper Yorkshire pudding, which is just a puffy cup-like egg bread thing meant to sop up gravy. Oh and the roast itself can be any kind of beast you like.
The laptop is running out of juice and I'd best go to bed anyways, if I'm going to make a reasonable start tomorrow. There are lots of other things from today, mostly architectural, since I spent the day wandering around just looking.

1 comment:
Such graceful writing. I appreciate the graffitis, as you know. Sigh. Even the Brits' graffiti is more literate than ours.
I am quite envious of your cuppa and large bacon sammich. I could use one right now.
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