My favourite place in London

Today I took Monica’s tongues to my favourite place in London. I entered Hamspstead Heath from Highgate Hill. I followed a tiny pedestrian path till I arrived on the top of a hill, surrounding fields and woods, shinning under the sun. Instantly I felt well-being. I had to ask my way to the lake I wanted to reach.

I was told that the ladie’s lake was far better than the mixed one; hence I followed the advice and discovered my favourite place in London: a large lake surrounded by woods and lawns where women take sunbathing, lay with books or with friends...

Of course I feel lonely in London. Of course I feel lonely to go to the park on my own. But Hampstead Heath is my park, the park I reached with my bicycle as single company and I enjoy myself. It reminds me of Ena and these afternoons spent sunbathing in my backyard or on my island on the Lac Pierre.

Nearby a beautiful and elder woman was laying on a carpet of straw, a scarf holding her hair, a book in her hands. Another woman went downhill to meet her. I listened to the lyrics the wind would bring to my thirsty ears.

“- Where are you going later?

-          I am going home. Alone.” Answered the beautiful woman.

-          “... Me too! Ha ha ha...

-          I like my solitude!

-          Me too. I am too old to answer to anyone.

-          I like to sleep.” And she stretched her arms. “I like to rest at home”.

-          “Tomorrow don’t forget to bring the paper, the pen, the dictionary...

-          ...The dictionary. No, no.

-          Tomorrow we are going to use the time creatively. To create. You know create?

-          Yes, I know create.

-          To use the time creatively, is to learn.”