Nobody actually uses these London icons except the occasional lost tourist, the posing tourist, drunks in need of a toilet and w/o the 20 pence it costs to use public loos, and, most frequently, "gentlemen club" advertisers (see photo).
While I have your attention, I will fill you in on some of the characters I have met: one of the first days here, while I was on a 6 hour walk, a guy in Hyde park asked me for the time, then 3 hours later I saw him again on the opposite side of town...coincidence? I think so. Today I was on a run and stopped to take a stretch break at the base of a huge obelisk in Trafalgar Square - a contradictory place to pause since there is a never-ending flow of action here - when an Indian man came over to ask me what type of yoga I practice. He then handed me his yoga business card. On the bus to Brighton, I sat next to an architect from Mexico who is in London doing his PhD in psychology...coincidence? I think not. We had a very interesting talk. In my cognitive psychology class, I have sat next to an Irishman, an Italian man, and a Slovakian man. For all of you reading this blog for the sole purpose of finding out if I meet some dashing European, don't get your hopes up. All very nice men, but not kindred spirits I'm afraid. That's enough for now.
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