When I went to the post office today, I was served by a clerk whom I had never talked to. He wears glasses with orange frames. It was fun that he kept smiling at me. If I didn't get him wrong, he looked at my tousled hair and said he likes my hairstyle. I bet he surely has a very unique taste.
Two weeks ago when Derek briefed, he said, "I don't want to see Big Ben or other tourist stuff." I am such a rebel. Somehow his remarks aroused my curiosity.
In fact, I envy the freshness and curiosity typical of tourists and I feel that in classic tourist attractions.
Big Ben is located at the north end of Westminster Palace, also called the clock tower. The Westminster Palace is the parliament now.
Across from the road is Westminster Abbey, the burial site of British monarchs.
I ran into several tourists who came to ask me to take photos of them. They are certainly very different from the repressed locals.
A Brazilian man told me that he had been to Berlin, Amsterdam and so on. He is going to Paris still. It sounds like a very grand trip. He asked me, "Is this your first day in London?" I replied, "No, I live here." This was the first time I could say that. It certainly felt very special.
Despite all that, I am looking forward to the reunion with the boys in summer. We've made the promise to go to Taipei 101 together again. It is by no means an interesting place, but now for me, it is full of sentiment and attraction.