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Almost the first words one hears in London:

I am staying in a house with a red door. The building is very old and the residents are forbidden to change the facade in any way.

We started watching the Nadal v. Haase on TV but after Haase won the first set (How dare these lowly-ranked players play so fearlessly against the topseeds, it’s wonderful) my friend got so tense that we had to go out. We ended up at Selfridge’s where there is a massive sale on designer items. (All the stores are having sales, it must be the season). Christian Louboutins are going for 150 pounds, down from 500 or so (Conversion rate: about 67 pesos to the pound, and it used to be 104). They could be going for 150 pesos and I’m still not wearing heels.

The very first hat I tried on fit my head! And it wasn’t at some fancy millinery, it was Uniqlo. My giant head loves London.

Who are these people behind the police barrier, was there a riot?

No, they’re people falling in line for iPhone 4.0. This scene was repeated in every Apple store I saw.

In Soho by the sex shops and gay bars, this group was praying for the souls of the damned, presumably the patrons of the sex shops and gay bars. Funny that they should gather outside a shop called Snog. They look like they’re praying for a snog.

The streets were teeming with people, and it was a Thursday.

Maybe they were celebrating the start of summer, or (still) drinking to England qualifying for the knockout stage of the World Cup, or tourists, or just getting out of the house because it was hot.