“London - the city of Angels” – Granny heaved a sigh with her glazed eyes, which become wet, whenever she feels obliged to extend her statement; – “oh my London, now the City of Angels and Olympic Games!
There is a playground nearby Queen’s Palace and the Lake. The wildness of that Lake in St. James’s Park can cast a charm like the Amazon flowing through the Jungle.
Yet the most amazed is always our river Thames. One Friday night it secretly formed a sandy beach, just under London Eye . . .
“Granny, I will work out a good program to strive till the end of the visit, even if harsh time comes” - little Bes resolved.