Well, it's 9.15 pm and still very light outside. I've just walked home from Zacutto, a little Italian Restaurant near the apartment I am staying in. In fact it's my last night here and I have to pack. Soon I'll find out if those things I can't find are really lost.
Early tomorrow we catch a train to Cambridge, then Wednesday night we drive to Swansea for a few days. After the weekend there's one more day shooting in London then on to Canada.
I've really enjoyed my free time in London as well as photographing the two Universities I've done so far for the client. London is more than four or five days can do justice to as I'm sure most of you will attend to.
The weather has been mostly fine but nearly always cloudy with some moments of nice light. Here's some pictures I took when I wasn't otherwise experiencing as much as I could fit in my free time.
A prize of a signed print of your choice of the pictures for the first 10 people who can identify at least five of the scenes!
There's so much to tell you about my short visit here but I have that packing to do. Besides my stay here is best summed up by the back story to the title of this entry.
Whatever I have found to have lost in London the most consistent item has been my way. So, there I was in Notting Hill asking a local where Portobello Road was when he politely pointed to the street sign I had just walked past.
I thanked him and turned around smiling to walk back to the corner. Just a few steps later I noticed a tradesman in his van eating some take away. We made eye contact, he swallowed his mouthful and said with a grin, "Hey! Stop that smilin'".
At least I think it was a grin - it didn't matter I was having a very good day.
Cheers
Paul
