Sunday, I was sipping a cup of tea outside a cafe on Flask Walk in Hampstead with a friend. In the middle of a sentence, he stopped as a parade of gentlemen came marching into the alley with sticks and an accordian and bells tied around their knees. They were Morris Dancers, come to entertain whoever would gather to watch, and they attracted quite a crowd. It was nice to see so much energy and enthusiasm. This city is so random and full of surprises and entertainment.
“This is why you will never leave London,” D said to me when we finally walked away, still laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“Exactly,” I said. “Exactly why I will never leave London.”