The lovely Louisa lives in the area Brixton in central London. I met Lou almost two years ago in Addis, she lives now in London teaching in a Waldorf school. Below is a very flattering photo of her eating chicken wings.
The Brixton area up until about 5 or 6 years ago was fairly run down and now has been in a few ways revitalized by the city and private investment. One such example is the Brixton Market - operating as an open air market during the day, and at night there are many small restaurants and shops that open to serve dinner of various cuisines. We checked out this Chinese dumpling place, a vast difference in price from the NY spot I had tried a mere week before. But again, this is London the city of £££.
Roasted chicken wings - we were pretty hungry so I dont really have proper pictures of the dumplings.
A small jam session here in the middle of the Market.
Leftovers of some glorious meal.
20p for a piss u mad? I actually wizzed here though couldn't be arsed to find a toilet.
Weird hanging tinsel at a bar we went to later.
Later on in the week I met a friend William Lloyd George (hows that for a proper English name?) for a short walk around Soho and to chat and catch up. We hadn't seen each other in about 6 months. We met in Addis - he was doing journalism in the same time that I lived there, around 13 months. We walked and talked and saw a few sights, some that he had forgotten, all of which i had never seen.
Will in front of a christmas bazaar.
Here's Will in front of his school SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies).
Back of the House, there some wage protest happening.
Kings cross station.
Some street grafitti.
Ended the day with a walk around Tower High street and the Banking district of central London.
Monument, which is a memorial to the fire of London.
A better view of the Shard during the daytime, this is taken from the London bridge.
54 Lombard street, location of the first Barclays was nearby this address.
Tower bridge across the way.
Better view.
Thank heavens that they managed to fit in a Starbucks here, no ground is sacred here.