Walking down the tiny ancient cobble-stoned street packed with flower-
hungry people and eager-to-please venders, you could hear such things
as, "The whole lot of the flat- 3 quids!" and "Cheap pussies here! Why
are you looking at me like that? Where's your mind? Pussy willows here."
Now tired from treking across town all morning and afternoon through 4
different markets, I'm finding that my relationship with my London is
blossoming beautifully. I love my new little lemon tree,
clementine bush, and strawberry, corriander (cilantro), and parsely
plants that have somehow found their way home.