I am back to the hometown café, with my head full of the beatiful landscapes of the French Riviera, and longing for the seaside. But I need to leave my novel and go back to a working mood, which is not all phantasizing and imagining oneself in these imaginary situations of the Capitaine Fracasse’s adventures. What is better than to revisit the classics of the French Litterature in this book by Théophile Gautier before the summer ends?
I will concentrate on the adventures part because this is what matters most at this moment. I wake up early and look for potential cafes in my new neighborhood.
With my fridge empty, all my clothes on my bed and my bank account at a low point, I suffered bying a duvet cover in a huge department store in Oxford Circus.
And here I am today, with my body feeling tired after having waited for hours in front of a till to pay and then carrying my loot back home.
In the meanwhile, the main reason why I looked for a duvet cover, is still valid: I am to stay more in London, because I am looking for a central place to start my initiative from. Brexit and all, London still seems to be a central mega-polis.
So, I will stick around for a while.