London in the Summertime

It’s unbearably hot in London, which means it’s downright infernal in the subway (or the tube, I should say). People seem to be enjoying the weather, though, filling up streets and parks and gardens. Being here brings back so many good memories of my time at college–the visits to the Tate, the late dinners in Covent Garden, hanging out in Hampstead…and all the bookstores. I’ve already picked up a copy of Mohamed Choukri’s For Bread Alone, which I’m so excited about bringing back home for Alex to read. I envy him his first reading of it.