London diaries III: Celino and The Tate Modern

Celino’s unpredictability makes me think of the Tate Modern. Tate was a case of love at first too, but quite a predictable one.

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London diaries I: OH. wow.

Fast-faster-the fastest. An endless series of accents and languages, and cars and sirens and trains and honks and construction works and live instruments and advertisment and friendly voices who tell you to mind the gap, watch your possessions or that, actually, you have just arrived to your destination.

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