"I take the book firm to fold, I would like to refer to his gait, the breath of another which tells. If I am another is because most of the books years and travel moving men."

- Erri De Luca - (Three horses)

England has great flight connections with many flights to London

24 august Greenwich (ENGLAND)

London nine years later. The last time I was walking along these roads I had a huge backpack on my shoulders, a tremendous thirst for knowledge and adventure and a lot of inexperience and naivety!

How many things are changed since then. My whole life has changed. If I only think about it...

Today we spent the whole morning at the Camden Town market. A mixture of cultures, languages, styles and ways of life. Mix of different existences.

Every time I stopped at a stand or a stall there was always the same question: "Where are you from?" At that point the globe began to turn as crazy, stopping in Pakistan, now in France, Korea, Thailand, Myanmar ...

Chatting with sellers, compare, exchange ideas, opinions, tips, advice; congratulate with those who showed and sold original projects ...

In the afternoon we went to the "Tropical Carnival" in Notting Hill. The parade was infinite and each lorry was carrying huge crates music, real mobile discos and behind them lines of black girls, masked dancing ... Lots of people waving flags of their countries of origin, I wouldn't expect to find a such huge Caribbean community here...

I have noticed, however, that the various groups were not divided into country, as I expected, but for neighbourhoods. Federica, a Turin girl who works in an Italian stall here in Camden Town, told us that in the evening it usually becomes very dangerous because of the various gangs of the districts who used to take advange of the mess to do brawls ...

 

Those people came from real paradise lands where there is always the sun. It seemed as they tried to recreate their "natural habitat" with this occasion, in a rainy and the always grey London that does not know the sun ...

25 august London (ENGLAND)

Live from Camden Town Market.

We managed this morning! Alarm at seven, excellent breakfast, rush in the tube and bus to arrive on time to take place in the market as sellers!

We wait, while the huge commercial machine begins to open her eyes, to wake up after the "hard" weekend. She does it very slowly because today is the Bank Holiday and people don't work. But all the merchants are here, holidays are reason for further work for them.

The stalls are beginning to take shape. Many skeletons of iron become of jewelleries, Israeli herbalists , art galleries in London. There is everything here...

It was the first time that I watched at how a market started... I have always hated them because too crowded, too many people pushing you...

This morning I saw / lived this new experience looking at it with a different eye. The wait of the sellers, impressions, hopes; the allocation of the stand, the decoration, each using its inspiration, creativity!

Yesterday as visitor today as seller in this market that now I feel a little bit as "mine". Assistant of my brother, who tries to show his T-shirts and with them, his art.

A few hours later we were already friends of all the neighbours merchants and soon we could notice the various characters: the slow and wise 80 years old Croatian of the scented soaps, the unbalanced wizard Sirus, the funny and nostalgic Neapolitan painter : Valerio that, occasionally, told anecdotes of ' Italian emigrant, the Chinese couple of bijouterie and I could continue for a long... I like to imagine them now, chatting with the public trying to sell, joyfully, their goods ...

 

 

26 august Greenwich (ENGLAND)

Charly has just left to Italy. It's very bad when you have to split during a trip ...

This morning, however, we have been able to visit the Greenwich Observatory. It was born with the aim of helping boaters because it often happened that they got lost or died of hunger and thirst in the middle of the ocean, or crushed against some rocks.

The line of the first meridian of the globe... Point of reference of all the clocks in the world!

Alone. I'm writing my first impressions, occasionally I launch a glance from the window that gives directly onto the quiet Bellott Road and admire the English life that quietly runs in front of me...

27 august London (ENGLAND)

Sitting in a park between the Big Ben, The Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey.

Nine years ago I was right here... The backpacks larger than us, our immense spirit of adventure ...

Today I behaved as a tourist: Piccadilly Circus, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square... At Covent Garden I had lunch with a tasty "jacket potato" with onion...

Covent Garden disappointed me a bit, I expected much more people.

In the afternoon I returned to Notting Hill again. I haven't found the park famous from the film with Julia Roberts, actually I have not even searched it, I went directly to Portobello Road, in a Notting Hill much more quiet than the Carnival one I had known a few days ago.. .

Portobello Road reminded me of when I was a child and in particular the cartoon: Mary Poppins in which there was a beautiful song dedicated to this small market. I strolled around on the streets admiring the many antique shops and their things...

A few later the tube leaves just at the feet of the Big Ben... Station: Westminster.

Many flash-back appear in my mind, I remembered all the times that I have been there... since the first one (1996) ... I look back at Westiminster Abbey and I picture again the group photo that we took right here with my fellow college of Oxford!

 

28 august Greenwich (ENGLAND)

 

This morning I had a walk here in Greenwich. This town is delicious. I like it very much.

I visited the National Maritime Museum.

I was very impressed for the many paintings depicting ancient naval battles, explorations of the many browsers (primarily Captain James Cook) and the many discoveries made around the world, new peoples encountered, trade, new lands... It 's been exciting reading the travel in Oceania made by Cook, in those lands and islands so far, unknown, mysterious ...

While I was there I often daydreamed and imagined me with my faithful back-pack on my shoulders, bare feet, camera in hand, exploring those small islands... I am going to do it soon...

Visiting this museum I understood how much Admiral Horatio Nelson is loved here. A true national hero of the sea. He fought many battles for his homeland so when he was killed in 1805, England has paid tribute with the largest and most majestic funeral ever seen!

The museum dedicated to the house of the Queen, except for the display of Belgian and Dutch naval battles was nothing special!

I was just excited to see all those paintings of 1600 and 1700. I Imagined painters that hundreds of years ago, in small shops poorly lit, making these masterpieces that came down to us now...

Strolling alone, I rediscovered the pleasure of being on my own! Travelling completely alone has never been something that pleased me very much, but during these days that I had to spend a lot of time only with my diary and camera, I noticed with pleasure that I felt just fine. I have much more time to reflect, to think ...

 

 

 

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