London (again)

Yes, for the second time in two weeks, I had to go to London for working purposes. But being in London is always a pleasure, one can always find something enjoyable and this time was not an exception. What is more, it did not snow as in my previous two times there and this really helped me a lot.

My hotel was quite close to the British Museum and I had to pay a visit there, I was forced to it, I just could not help it. Last time I was in the British Museum, it was snowing and the olympic torch was coming in front of it, with hundreds of demostrators shouting in favour of Tibet. This time, however, everything was quieter. The Bristish Museum (despite the lie in its name) is amazing: in two minutes, one can change culture without even realising it. It is certainly one of my favourite places in London.

These days the whole country was remembering the fallen soldiers in the Remembrance Day and many people were wearing a red ribbon on their chest. It is quite a remarkable initiative, which aims not to forget those who gave their life serving their country, regardless the sense of the war they were involved in. Here lays the most significant of their sacrifice: they were soldiers and they could not go back just because they did not share the opinion of their government.

The public transport in London is supposed to be one of the best in the world. However, I had strange experiences in it in just five days. First, I took an empty bus in the area of Canary Wharf and for several stops nobody came in. When I left it, in front of Canary Wharf underground station, I had not seen any human being for quite a long time. On the other hand, one evening, the underground station of Holborn was closed just because there were too many people inside waiting for the trains. Do you see? In the same context, we have solitude and crowds. It can only happen in London.

Finally, during my work there I met the CEO of an international organisation and he was some kind of weirdo. While seated in the meeting, he was silent playing with his Blackberry (should I write it with capital "B"?). But suddenly, he just stood up and leant against a wall, making some noises with coins... It is unbelievable, believe me. He was like a character from "The Sopranos" or like the bad guy in films like Seven.

Finally, as I do not know when I will back in London again, let me post a nice picture I took on Sunday morning.