This is an embassy on Picadilly, across from Green Park. The clouds couldn't decide what to do with themselves- bunching into shapes, blocking all but the errant shafts of sunlight, then cloaking themselves in slate gray. In all forms, a majestic backdrop for amazing architecture like this building.
Walking back to the Parklane, listening to Englishman in New York, (Sting-- but of course - you knew that ) I had one of those moments...was walking toward the sunlight and the people coming at me appeared all silhouette and shadow. Very intense.

Earlier - sipping the first of three Americanos with a splsh of milk, I made a list of essays I would like to write. Maybe the next blog and yes, i know i am missing one.

I. Leaves and Litter
II. The Drama of Women’s Footwear
III. The Indiscrete Charm of the Bourgeois
IV. False Choices
V. Literature in Lieu of Human Dialogue
VII. “I Know”; an Expression of Sadness
VIII. Martha’s Appeal
IX. Many Small Changes
X. Moving Toward Daily Morality
XI. Opening China without Misplacing Our Values
XII. Metrics Lie
XIII. Art in the Closet: The Failure to Drive Adoption