Portobello road was nice. It was like a vintage street sale with all these old items and flea market type things. I wanted to buy so much, but settled on a jerk chicken sandwich and a hand painted poster of London. Both were good. I could have bought at least fifty things for my late grandfather. There were old tap shoes, Mohammed Ali memorabilia, a pair of old school boxing gloves and shoes, and Billy Holiday this and that. All of these are items I know he would have loved. Among these were some true antiques, stamp collections, street art, handmade jewelry and too many other things. But, as you can expect, a lot of that stuff was a rip off.
We will be in Paris from March 2-5—that’s all about that for now.
The play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream is one I have seen and read a bunch of times, but this production was very unique. In fact, it was complete with stand-up comedy, splattered paint, audience participation, musical numbers, and a food fight; all things that are not usually a part of the original, more traditional productions. But it was great. It was held at the Lyric Theatre, right off the Hammersmith tube stop. This area of town is quite nice and I look forward to going back.
We also threw a house party / potluck dinner last night. Our guests were our friends from Germany, Norway, and Sweden. Everyone was asked to bring a native dish, and although it didn’t exactly happen this way, what was brought to eat was good. Especially these smoked salmon wraps. The party was great and was followed by a night out to a club named “Propaganda.” That was good, too. The whole night was great.
And so is my last week or so. I now have a list of some things I want to do in the weeks to come, which means more posts for you. Thanks for reading people. Until next time, Cheers.