dreaming I wake up still images of the British Museum, of which the boys showed me the photos.
And with this boundary we are approaching art Camden Market. I do not know what to expect, but I was recommended to go so that you can not avoid, try to associate something organic to make your day, and lay down to go to the zoo, later.
Camden Market, Camden Lock after stops look like Portobello, and features a priceless collection of bronze horses, recall the origins of the place.
It 's a happy, close, chaotic and endless maze of narrow streets, full of details which end up completely distract us from shopping!
We're there all three, with his mouth open as the lens aperture, to try to imprison more than the memory stick, memory sensitive to all smells of fast food and Indian Mexicans, the fragrance of donuts, the mixture of skin colors on the faces of the people, and why not, the flashy acrobatics of a thousand hanging objects to attract attention!
no doubt about it, we enjoy a lot, and we leave with regret, despite the rest of the day we attract more or less with equal intensity.
Distance the zoo is short, and we move on foot, always curious about new roads, and those that originality, it seems, can only be found here.
When putting down the camera, I realize that he had lost sight of the boys I do not worry too much, but I remain struck by the face that they saw me. A mixture of relief and joy, e.. as something on the tip of the tongue. And soon understand: they are accompanied by a German lady, who also speaks Italian and that he proposed to them to let us go to the zoo with the Pass. In this way will cost us less, so that we accept (as we had left to the Indian restaurant, frenzy gripped by tourists) and we accompany the woman to the entrance. He however said that we will give money once inside, so I do not see why not trust them. The only thing that worries me is that the Lord would then come with us. I do not feel sociable than our small group, and you never know who the girl is not nice and good as it sounds., Something that should not be perceived. A bit 'hurry (but I have a hand firmly on the pound and the portfolio, the other on the machine and so I'm not done), a little' that "something" that alert the senses ...
And in the end we realize that not only the woman has no intention of coming with us, but even to the zoo!
I took the money turns on his heel, and on the back of my eye that follows goes away to look for other tourists!
The doubt creeps in thought, now that the zoo is free and without taking off the portfolios we have robbed the same .... but to tell the truth then I checked: it is paid. So no matter if you have pocketed, and how that money did not belong to (begin to imagine the most abhorrent things, on how he got those steps), we, at least this time, we have saved. And with this rosy thought we immerse ourselves in the reptile house, including strange animals I can not remember the name, butterflies and pelicans, tigers and colorful parrots-not in the same area ;-) - and also a fascinating "very old Morla"
so nicknamed in honor of the Neverending Story, by M. Ende. But it could very well be the Cassandra who leads Momo looking for master now ...
And the neon signs in the eyes of joy and plenitude we turn away even from the zoo, after four hours of observation and photos, as well filled and satisfied the next day let us be content, so to speak, to turn to the Kensington Gardens, not without going out to make sure we can go home. Or at least at Harrod's, where his friend was never, and I and my brother would accompany willing to dive in kitsh more authentic.
Time is up, and also the beautiful time: in fact, just boarded the train to the airport it started to rain. Perhaps to remind us that after all we are still in London!
To leave is not enough to beat their heels this time. The plane, in fact, almost as if reluctantly leave the face of a master on the way to heaven, part two-hour delay, which allows me to feel a little 'the scent of this city who love me , mixed with Chanel No. 5 in the Duty Free. But the signs were just taken earlier ..
...Il cancello d'imbarco alla fine si chiude alle nostre spalle...
E poco dopo, stanchi e con il sorriso che ci si spande in viso, siamo a casa.
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