Porcelain

Visiting London is like meeting an old friend during a metal festival: you feel immediatly confortable, not worried to wear the right façade, even if you're screaming loud a ballad.

That's why I went there - to feel confotable in places I know and I love, like Covent Garden, and all the expensive small shops in there. To buy tea and used clothes. To have a bagel in a small cafe. To drink a too hot cofee in a large paper cup.

I went to some crowded and noisy museums and galleries on Sunday, to have a look around, to do something tourist.

I also went to a surreal closed Camden Market, empty and silent in a Monday morning to see if it's charming as usual. It was.

I walked in the rain, I had a sushi lunch and I felt like at home. Never out of place, fitting perfectly in the right mood in the right place.

Then I catched a train, then a plane, another train and I was back in this grey reality.

Maybe now I know better what I want.

Not that I needed a check.