The day I saw the Pope....and Caesar

Slowly emerging from a sleepy sunday morning (ah it's 14h35) still in a daze, vaguely remembering that the phone rang this morning - it was SweetPee. Thank god, my sleepy finger managed to hit the "occupe" button (TWICE) on the sony ericsson. I was in no mood to converse.

I had relatively low expectations for today. Productivity was definitely not a priority. Maybe it was the sun, or the desire to get my third swim of the week in ... in the end I achieved all but one of my objectives (unfortunately the hair is still a mess).

But today I saw him ....



and him....


oh and yes...he was there too....

On my way home from the pool, I noticed a flurry of Met Police activity, which combined with road closures - could only mean one thing - a Festival. This time, it was the turn of the Italian community to big it up home-country style.

St Peter's Italian Church in Clerkenwell had organised a procession to celebrate the Lady of Mount Carmel (aka Marie). The streets were lined with people, mostly english (of italian origins) which, when combined with the mamas and papas and the religious hymnes singing figures made for a ecclectic audience.

Once the procession had walked on, i followed the crowd down a small alley, only to find (to my stomach's delight) a street filled with italian stands - some religious but mostly consisting of pizzas, ciabattas and chianti. Hurraaay....