Steven and I went to the Southbank with Calum the other day. We love it there: it's lively and touristy, but still so London-y. There's something about proximity to water that just calms, isn't there?
They're happy cleaning windows.
Finally made it to Monmouth Coffee (well worth the wait: it IS that good) in Borough Market
"What's cleaner, the water in your cup or the water in the ocean?"
"Water in my cup" (said with conviction).
"Oh, that's interesting," (ever the teacher). "Why isn't the ocean cleaner?"
"Because fish poo in it" (said in a deadpan voice).
Lessons learned on a coffee shoppe bench.
It wasn't so much of a height thing. It was more of a, "Why are you in uniform in August" thing.
Love the London Book Market tucked under Waterloo Bridge.
Oh, a few things...
Moving in? Nah, we already did that.
Shocked.
Bankside Classical. Love.
"What is THAT?"
"Uh, a fish. With tentacles. An octopus. Without eight legs. It's the...the chicken of the sea. Yeah, that's it."
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