Perhaps, I Was An Englishman

I grew up watching Julie Andrews' movies. Day in and day out, I've listened to her recordings of Cinderella, Camelot, My Fair Lady and of course, Mary Poppins and The Sound Of Music. That was in high school, today, I can still sing along with her any given day. Oh, no one spoke English more clearly like Dame Julie Andrews. Many thanks to Ms. Doolittle and Professor Henry Higgins, I've developed an accent not faintly boarding school. Ha, ha, ha!

Perhaps, I was an Englishman in a former life, I'm fascinated with brick townhouses, coat of arms, bicycles even. I've devoured English history books in the library, and after finishing DVDs of The Tudors, I went on reading Philippa Gregory novels.

Spring was a delightful time to visit London. It was perfect for long walks, sipping tea or coffee and speaking with an accent dear old Henry Higgins would have been very proud of.

Morning coffee.

Bicycle friendly weather.

Potato chips heaven!

Energy food!

Healthy choices.

Happy choices!

Tea time.

Selfridges

Harrods

Souvenir Shop

London is love.

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