everybody wearing flipflops

The caterpillar bus with the concertina middle, huffs and chugs through steaming London streets. With no airconditioning, we have to rely on the scant breeze from the too few windows.
Getting up from your seat on the bus is always a lurching comedy routine, where you reach from hanging strap to hanging strap like an ape, while the bus halts and starts, often embarassingly being nearly flung onto a fellow passengers lap. The freckled lady opposite me is huge. I worry for my toes.

Sitting on a commemorative bench in grosvenor square I people watch.
Identical twins, grown women, sit side by side, reading, one a duplication of the other, from their spikey red hairstyles, to their red hiking sandals and everything in between. Even the single gold chain and glasses frames match. The left arm tattoos. Bizarro
It has been another good day. I met with a photographer I originally met with, back in Jan, to show him what i'd been up to. Once again, he gave me food for thought, energized me with his constructive critiscism. When I think of the folks that can't even be bothered to return an email, meetings like this, make it all worth it. For that one person out of 10 or even 20, that will respond, it is worth it.

Ended the day drinking wine by the Serpentine river in Hyde Park with my friend Nikki, talking while til the sun retired.

Rediscovering Seal-Where there's gold (beautiful)
Wondering, if John Mayer is single..