London is evil and delicious, left, returned, relived the “should I stay or should I go” saga, hospital stitches on a thumb after a cut, found someone’s laptop case loaded with valuables and got the most uninterested thanks, Londoners complaining about the week’s weather like it’s the apocalypse, an unreasonably expensive croissant and cappuccino in Newington Green’s allegedly hated, yet packed, new-age bakery, Hackney Wick is hard to recognise, Dalston Jazz Bar the same old non-sense groove, Barbican still impresses for the 100th time, strangers still trying to convince you that “Jesus Loves You” on Ridley Market, Londoners reading while walking, I’m still wondering why everyone’s jogging everywhere, umbrella slapstick is still on, London builds you up, but mainly it breaks you down, love and hate in equal measure, London is a glorious frustration, but I’d do it all over again and again and again
VIÑALES — where the tobacco hits harder, pigs roam free, chivalry isn’t dead, no hay corriente and everyone knows by name those who cashed in by selling rocks they scooped up after the big meteorite crash in 2019.
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