Lovely, lovely London,
I have been waiting for this moment. And now we’re here I’m starting to think you might unexpectedly be the tricky one. You’re too much of everything. Too big, too interesting, too lovely, too exciting, too extreme, to active (even for me!), too expensive, too eclectic, too full, too well-organized, too beautiful, too fresh, too too too! How on earth do you expect me to explore even one tenth of what I planned? My Lonely Planet guide gazes at me yelling “Go out!” “Go out!” and I’ve been walking around and living your life every single day but still only managed to cover ten pages of the 477. Our presence here doesn’t make any difference to you, I know. You just keep swirling on, you busy bee. Everyone is here for a reason, unlike some lost souls wandering around in Berlin or Rome. It’s all about money and sweet dreams. Still, you’re strangely friendly and warm, calling me “honey” and “love” and “darling” everywhere I go, always smiling and immensely inspiring.
Oh dear. I can resist everything except temptation*.