Colonial
Yesterday has been a great day. London under the sunshine is a dream with few rivalry and adding a Regent Street closed to the traffic for a feast you have a fantastic Sunday.
I admit I have taken some good photos, and amongst them I have decided to start publishing this one. This man resembles me someone coming from the colonial era. It might have been the white linen dress to make me think about it, or maybe his posture. Or maybe because the background resembles me of a far away city more than London. I knew I would have loved this photo the moment I pressed the shutter button.
I had written quite a long piece that I deleted, ranting on Italy, but I decided that this would not have been the right place for it. It has been very hard to avoid the subject though (and I am failing in doing it, but the monster inside me is shouting, asking for justice)
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