Ce jour, je décide de me reposer. Je calme les ardeurs. Je cours, je donne cours, je vais de droite à gauche, mais poser ses valises fait du bien aussi. Surtout que hier, je n'ai pas ménagé ma peine. Comme tous les samedis, j'ai commencé par mes trois heures de cours (et oui, le samedi aussi). J'ai ensuite filé vers Kew Gardens .
Les gens devaient être particulièrement joyeux de cette journée encore et toujours ensoleillée. Je ne compte pas le nombre de personnes qui ont bavardé avec moi sur les Gardens Terrace ou le jardin botanique, qui m'ont advised on the best route, I with my map London AZ in hand. First there was this young couple, who even invited me to come in autumn to visit Kew Gardens because it is so much to see that beautiful gardens can be visited in all seasons. They taught me some stories, like this old lady also who heard me speak with the young couple on the point of going to the Garden Terrace, told me that Mick Jagger there was a house. She also told me the steps she was doing with her children to cross the park Richmond Hill when younger, they had to walk.
And the evening before going home, an old gentleman accosted me 83 years. He wanted to chat. He knew German and some Polish, but not French and crestfallen, he confessed he had no memory of learning a language.
the evening social life continued, finding the friend who had shared much against him for a few weeks the apartment of India. He had prepared the meal in her new apartment at Willesden Green (happy man who lives in the north) and invited me to go attend with one of her flatmates in English and French national sport-after-football, rugby . I'm not a fan of the sport of gross broken nose, but eventually better not miss this opportunity, especially as the game pitted the team néozélandaise " All Blacks 'to' Blue " of France.
I must admit that I myself am amused, as much for the atmosphere of the pub (no fighting, unbelievable), among others thanks to a somewhat exuberant néozélandaise wanting to prove that his team was the best (I care, I'm Belgian!), that game fun to follow.
There are still technology and strategy in this sport!
We still extended in a bar in Chelsea to return to the same extravagance of the Italian last time.
But I stopped there. At midnight, I followed nothing conversations.
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