London Impromtu

The occasion to start this travelogue is rooted in two purposes: first and foremost, I should desire greatly to share my experiences with a living audience, and secondly, and with a heightened degree of self-interest, I intend, by composing the experience of the senses, thoroughly and in written prose, to solidify memory and cast light into the otherwise murky depths of the unreflected journey. Such sentiments are ripe here in the bright gray murk of the London where I reside, not yet come forth from a haze of jet lag and new orientations. The damp, chilly mornings are the perfect panacea to the sweaty Brooklyn summer; the black and orange of New York submits to the black and pale of London.