Aeolistic


Liberty Festival

I went to the Liberty Festival in Trafalgar Square on Saturday. Liberty Festival is an annual event celebrating the achievements of people with disabilities. The square was packed full of people and the atmosphere was really fun and lively. There were music and dance performances taking place all afternoon. I had heard a lot about the Amici Dance Theatre Company but had never seen them perform and I must say, I was impressed. They really live up to the hype. The shots above are from their performance on Saturday; it was really quite moving. If you get the chance to go and see them, I would highly recommend that you do.

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Wanderlust

I decided to get lost in town today. I came out of my Indonesian class and just fancied wandering around. I went down a posh-looking street, meandered a bit, and ended up on New Bond Street. Then I took a completely new route to Embankment. I must say, considering how awful my sense of direction is normally, luck was on my side today. It was a photogenic route too.

With my sunglasses on and camera out, a couple of tour hawkers pounced on me at Piccadilly Circus, shouting ‘NI HAO! KONNICHIWA! TOUR??’ and waving leaflets in my face. An interesting glimpse of the London tourist experience!



Sláinte!

Happy St Patrick’s Day to you all! I indulged the Irish half of me with half a pint of Guinness – I was tipsy and light-headed after that. Apologies for the crappy Blackberry photo. I decided against hauling a camera into work today. To compensate, here are a few that I took yesterday.

I love London in this weather. When it’s grey and dreary, it can look so ugly but it’s a treat for the eyes when spring arrives. I walked from Grays Inn Road to Russell Square, along Southampton Row and Kingsway, down Aldwych and along the strand to Trafalgar Square. I felt like I wasn’t just tolerating London because it’s my home city, but that I was actually enjoying it for what it had on offer. Minus a few smokers behind whom I had to walk. Pet hate: standing downwind from a lit cigarette. Sign of a true Londoner: finding something to whinge about even when it’s a gorgeous day.