Happy Two Week Londoniversary!

Today is my two-week Londoniversary. (Yes, you will receive a weekly countdown; you may as well accept that now.) I feel like I should celebrate in some way, but I can't put my finger on a good way to say 'London, you do me right. Let's make love. Right here, on this wet cobblestone sidewalk.' Maybe I should do something secret, something that only we know about, like go out to eat in nothing but a trench coat. Something to make London go, 'That's right, baby. You and me, we gots somethin'.' (Apparently London is an Italian gangster in this fantasy.) But we'll see. Maybe I'll just settle for streaking across Tower Bridge.

In the meantime, though, here's a tiny ode to Wapping...

This is where I'm kitty-sitting. I love it. Staying here makes me feel very Jane Austen, very walks-in-the-countryside, very 'sweep me off my feet, Colin Firth.' (But then, all of Wapping tends to do that to me. So if you see Colin around, tell me to meet me at St. Katharine's Docks. I'll be the girl in the trench coat.)

There is a canal of some sort right outside my door called Spirit Quay. (I KNOW, right? That's the sort of brilliant naming they do here.) It's a gorgeous path down red brick sidewalks, with overhanging gardens and arching autumnal trees...

Totally. DUCKS. This place is out of control. And yes, I am officially that person who photographs ducks. I am but a short cry away from puppies and church steeples. Forgive me.

Okay, so this picture is less for photography's sake, and more to point out HOW MANY DUCKS THERE ARE. Seriously. If they decide to group and attack, we wouldn't stand a chance. In the meantime, there's always dinner on the table! mmmm...come a little closer, aggressive mallard friend...

A rainy night on Tower Bridge. I've decided TB does its best work in the rain--it glows a little softer or something...