Here’s the last of three posts I mean to write about recent events.<\/p>\n
Flame and I are in London! We didn’t mean to be– we should have been in Marseille, France, by now. But such is the price of weather in Philly.<\/p>\n
After visiting a half dozen half-price ticket booths near Leicester Square (Leicester Square half-price ticket booth, The half-price ticket booth, The official half-price ticket booth, and The half-official Leicester-price booth, among them), we got some full-price tickets to see Wicked, the Mists of Avalon of Oz.<\/p>\n
In celebration Johanna ducked into a steakhouse for a bathroom. I started handing out Travelers Network flyers on the busy Leicester way, which is populated more with flyer-hander-outers than not.<\/p>\n
A young man and woman approached. “Wahnt one?”, the woman asked, holding out a yellow leaflet.<\/p>\n
“Sure, want to trade?” I offered her a flyer.<\/p>\n
“No, its for a show, for tonight,” the guy said.<\/p>\n
“I’ve already got plans, but I’ll take one if you’ll take one,” I explained.<\/p>\n
“Waht? Ewe cahnt be seerias.”<\/p>\n
“It’s a social network for travelers. Here, look.”<\/p>\n
“Oh! I’m trahvelling next month!” To Argentina and Brazil– and Iguazu falls– it turned out. We chatted and she took a flyer, and I got away paper-free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Here’s the last of three posts I mean to write about recent events. Flame and I are in London! We didn’t mean to be– we should have been in Marseille, France, by now. But such is the price of weather in Philly. After visiting a half dozen half-price ticket booths near Leicester Square (Leicester Square … Continue reading Leicester Square, London<\/span>