Londra

And now, as they say, for something completely, mind-bogglingly different. On the train in from Gatwick to Victoria Station, I marvelled at the neat rows of houses, little gardens, all tidy. The people tentative, quiet, polite. Not in Italy any more!

 I am staying with Christopher, the son of my friends Lynn and Denis, and his wife Cristina and their 11 month old Marina, in the apartment they moved into not long ago near the Baker St. station. Thrilled to be with a baby again. We went for a walk in Regent's Park a stone's throw away - stunningly beautiful in the spring, must be incredible in summer when all the roses are in bloom. For some reason, many Muslim women in full veil and orthodox Jews were out enjoying the spring too. 

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 Many birds in the park. Floating nests on the pond. And the great pests - Canada geese.

221B Baker Street, where Sherlock Holmes lived. It's around the corner. Long lines to get in.

My new friend Marina. Love at first sight.