THE YELLOW BICYCLE DIARIES
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Portobello Market bass. I felt like I was looking into a mirror that showed my soul.
Every single market I’ve been to has had one of these and I still don’t know what they are.
My kind of ambulance.
It’s kind of incredible how big whales are. I’ve only ever been near babies or orcas, never anything close to this big.
Not pictured: this guy leaning forward to get a selfie with the raven, the raven biting him on the chest.
Got a chance to give the socialized healthcare a whirl. My trip to the ER cost less than the Sudafed I accidentally ODed on.
Not the greatest picture, but the black cabs are on strike.
Nymph of Hyde Park.
St. Dunstan-in-the-East is a beautiful place to pretend like I’m writing my essays.
Wooden fighting platforms - what I didn’t know I needed in my life.
I’m instantly in love with anything that has a fish on it, walls included.
Just a tiny selection of the thousands of cameras at Portobello Market. If I had the money, I’d buy myself a Rolleiflex.
The aftermath of Eleanor holding a pigeon.
Another view of the sunset near Spitalfields.
The sun cane out for a hot minute at the Tower of London - if you ignore the cold and the Tower, it’s almost like Florida.
I may be a little straight for him.
Have I written anything yet? Nope, but I have taken pictures of almost every street performer I’ve seen.
I played in the street to get this picture.
“It’s loud and there’s nothing that a normal person would wear in there.” - Professor Chopan
My life aspirations now include owning a book barge in London.
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