For the third time in 3 years I’m back in London around early spring time.

It’s an annual trip I do with my now 77 years old gran. It started because she was feeling down one x-mas eve and somehow we agreed that we would go to London, just the two us.

This city has always been special for her. She came here first as an au-pair when she was 18 years old. She partied through out the night on Trafalgar Square when Winston Churchill won his last term as prime minister. Now that’s old school. She dated race car drivers and lived as any 18 year old would do when they are away from home for the first time.

I’ll try to write a little something every day that I’m here.