November 1, 2020:
City man in grey and bowler, with briefcase.
We're talking racism. Grandly, he educates me: "Some people believe the wogs begin at Calais." Gotcha.
Fish & chips, on a choppy crossing of the famous channel.
I'm bravely alone. While the others went on to Paris I stayed in London to see The Jam at the Rainbow. I'll catch them up this evening at Les Deux Magots. I'm weighed down with forty pounds of unnecessary books which I lug for months, because this is my first time traveling and I have no clue.