Five or ten minutes later: the clouds are gathering!
Enough about the weather front. I've just looked at an article kindly suggested by a friend in the distant homeland. (I'm smirking to you, good man!) It's about a surprise mini-concert of a septuagenarian former Beatles in Covent Garden at lunchtime last Thursday. That prompted me to mention a strange phenomenon encountered in Oxford Street at night that day.Walking back from the Embassy of Poland we encountered many people setting up an impromptu night camp in front of a music store. I can't have been the first or third to ask them what they were waiting for, because soon after they produced this note:
I tried to brush up on my rusty Russian talking to a lady from St Petersburg.
Many people wanted information from this stand:
The Japanese drums performance needed some preparation:
I learnt that back in China such toy characters atop a pen are made of sweet edible dough!
At City Lit I had an informative chat with a teacher trainer from Paris:
Surely, I couldn't resist taking pictures of some posters from the previous shows at Olympia:
When I emerged back into Hammersmith Road, I saw the sun which followed the rain. That one I missed and didn't mind that.
One show like that is enough per day, I decided. When Bus 27 arrived I hopped on and enjoyed a ride to Notting Hill Gate Station to catch the tube home.
From the front seat I took pictures of High Street Kensington which used to be my daily route when I lived nearby in bygone days.
I hadn't noticed these figurines atop the building across the road before. The owl puzzled me. I had seen another one opposite Topolski's Century Gallery near Waterloo Station a week ago.
Some of you might like to see a picture of Jamie Olivier's shop nearby, but I must disappoint you. I didn't take one.
William Blake's words can be paraphrased as a caption to this picture: 'See the world in fallen leaves on a pavement wet and shiny...