Dear Morgensternchen: Piccadilly 's Calling

Dear Morgensternchen,

Malkreis?

It was a glorious day today... super sunshiny Thursday!
Yes, I met up with Anna for coffee in her hunting ground so to speak. We went to cheerful little place near Oxford Street! Yes, I couldn't believe it myself, those places do still exist.
Risking to sound like Miss Marple, the cup cakes were divine!

However, I took the opportunity to go a little photo shooting after.
Piccadilly is such a great area to do that. So I happily toddle along, when stopped by two foreign students. Gosh, I can't believe how English I have become! They wanted to know if and where there is a supermarket . Although, I knew what was coming, I waited patiently, English, until this young man had finished his question, before I started with my answer, that there is no supermarket as such at Piccadilly, funny enough there is a Boots though! Thinking of it now! Probably makes sense... with all the bars around we need painkillers not food!

Along comes another human being, from somewhere out of the Commonwealth, waits patiently, you see that's why he must have been from somewhere in the Commonwealth, waits until those two foreign students have finished, to ask me where Fortnum and Maison was.
I told him and just out of curiosity I asked him: " Why me? I don't look like an official London tour guide. I could, with my camera, even be a tourist!" He looks up and down and goes:"Naa, not a tourist!" "Why not?" He grins: " You are on your own and someone like you, wouldn't travel alone!" he says and disappears.

And while I'm still thinking about that statement, I spot a middle-aged, tourist, couple and before they can even think of a question, offer my services as a walking info! They look slightly puzzled and reassure me that they are absolutely fine and totally aware of where they are! "Fine! Good! But don't say afterwards I hadn't offered!"

Must have to do with my aura: the aura of competence!

Yours
The one M