Haza for Reunions. Seeing SAR and TCS filled Carmen with belonging and rightness and his soul warmly grinned for four too short days. London is happening. Good eats. Nice people. Vistas galore. People are less attractive and you thus feel much better about your own relative unattractiveness. BIG CITY x.9 with cars on the other side of the road, but Carmen is in no place to make a true judgment. Here's a picture of Gryffindor Square. The weather was beautiful throughout, clear and any rain wasn't even felt, which is a fitting metaphor for the trip as a whole, and maybe life. Think about it.
The tube is far superior and infinitely less confuzzling than the NYC subway station, with wall-painted lists of every stop, less lines, and, bizarrely, cleanliness. Pizza Express is omnipresent and heavily crowded and delicious and non-express in every way. Cab drivers drive and conduct themselves humanely. Paul Cezzane got no love from The National Gallery Saturday crowd. The British Museum had mummies! If Carmen didn't want to be cremated and shot into the sun to return as pure light to the earth, he would most def be mummified.
As the picture implies, TCS was in rare form. A special thanks for showing C+S around the city. Can't wait to read your script about the nymphs that inherit the time-traveling motel from the future-past, parallel omniverse grandpa.
Big Ben is even bigger than Ben Roethlisberger, way bigger, like 8x bigger, but like Little Big Ben it knows how to get it done. Parliament is in no way as impressive as Will Zurich.
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I find it quite humorous that you call people by their full names. I find it even more humorous how you abreviate them. ex. TCS
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