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Picadilly

“Welcome to London Heathrow Terminal 1, temperature outside is 11 degree centigrade. Hope you have a nice stay, thank you!” said the blue beauty standing cross legged near the cockpit, leaning against the microphone as she says it. “Thank You Sir” said she again as I left the aircraft, “It has been a long flight, you better have enough rest” I replied with a cheeky smile and left. After Immigration I was launched into this aquarium of million fishes. People all around, all kinds of people. One can just mark out most of the world map, sitting here at the costa coffee table and looking at this pool of people. I finished my latte, bought a copy of ‘The Daily Telegraph’ and left for the tube to Piccadilly Circus. Almost half of my travel guide talked about central London so I preferred visiting it first. It was noon time, the…

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