Day 21 (part 1): Buskers and chocolate muesli
I just remembered another little event from yesterday. When I was on the underground a band of 3 young lads with clarinet and trumpet hopped on at one stop and started to play enthusiastically and loudly. One then proceeded to "work" the carriage for donations. Some people on the carriage appeared to be delighted and others quite annoyed. An older lady was struggling to hear on her mobile as they played and I thought she was going to spit the dummy but she ended up looking enchanted by their performance and gave, as did I. I went to take a photo of the trio but realized I would have also photographed many of the agitated people as well. I've received some odd looks when taking photos here so I thought it best not to. I had a quiet night in last night. Yesterday I bought a book on the origins of language. I don't read books all that often but last night it was lovely to curl up in the chair by the window and read my book, glancing down at the street below every now and then.
Even though I've been on holidays I've tried to be conscious of my health and make good choices. But knowing the European love of chocolate at breakfast I couldn't resist this for my breakfast today ... chocolate muesli!
Tasted great, and because it's muesli it must be good for me.
Today I'm up early to try to get in to the information centre for the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe one last time. Wish me luck.