Back in the UK, land of strong tea and aggressive driving! My first stop? Bacchanalia, of course. I cycled over to buy water and chat about the weather; the jolly people who run the place are some of my favorite people in this town.
Last night I aired out the boat then wandered through the city centre at twilight, once again astonished, baffled, and delighted to live in a place drenched with history and populated by such demented and entertaining people. When I am away I always forget about the ravishing beauty of this city.