London. Dull, grey, London. Tourists everywhere. Something massive happening in Trafalgar Square that I want no part of. Large women in pink track suits push their way through the crowds, clutching diet Cokes and screeching. Spay-painted silver human statues form an honour guard along the path past the Apple Store. Pick-pockets ply their trade from the open bags of families that stop to take pictures. Guys in suits covered with buttons wait their turn as Mr. Unicycle finishes his act and passes the hat. Covent Garden on a Saturday.
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