On this trip to London, Patrick’s become obsessed with council flats.
His eye is, at first, attracted to the lines.
We pass by these buildings everyday walking from The Flying Dutchman
to the bus stop. At night we hear parents cooking, arguments, TVs and
Laughter. Sometimes we pass the tenants along the way.
I love a small enclave in South London. And, making ourselves at home.
I look for the shop that sells the sunflower seeds. Patrick reads the
menus of restaurants. Last night we had Chinese. This morning English
Breakfast with real African style coffee.
