Busking at Clapham Common Station

My mother told me “Buy yourself a lot of beautiful dresses in London!”. So I decided to patrol the Covent Garden area this time. I wanted to see a pair of shops of which I had visited the websites. My inspiration for shopping was not at its top walking down Long Acre… I tried something but the size or the price did not fit me. I finally reached “Arrogant Cat” on Monmouth Street and I found it quite “could be my style”, but not enough to buy something this season. In the meanwhile big drops of water started falling on my little streetmap, which soon became spotted and my stomach stroke noon, so I decided to stop at a Pret a Manger on the way and think about my “what to do’s” in front of a salad. There was a place I wanted to see. It is called “Rare and Vintage Guitars” on a small road crossing Charing Cross Road. When I got there I didn’t know I would have found the place of sin. All the zone is full of music shops. I visited them all and I finally understood why I was not inspired by buying dresses that day. I had a malignant, obscure, sinful idea I was nourishing inside my head during the past few...