Memories of Britain (Father and son on canal)

The air is warm, the trees and grass on the shore are dazzling green, the flowers bloom brightly, and the birds lazily hide in the shade of the trees and do not want to make a sound. Only the occasional boat can break this calm temporarily.

There are several small bridges on the canal, connecting Prince Albert Road, Regent's Park and the London Zoo in the north of the park. When we were approaching Camtown Market, I heard accordion music again. And it was him, the gypsy, a familiar face, standing in the corner of the bridge playing. Every year when the weather is warm, he will be there to remind me that I have spent another year in London. The buildings on that section of the road are very close to the water, a bit like Venice. But their simple and concise decoration tells me that this is absolute London.

Camden Market is our goal. Where the canal meets the city of Camtown, it is like returning home, not going any further. Some small boats that can live in are docked there, and you can even see their inside and their owners. What kind of people choose to live in a precarious boat in the city?

While riding the bike, I glanced at my son, who was still riding slowly forward.

They are all in the city, but the canal is like the countryside on the side where we came, but there seemed to be thousands of people walking and noisy on the Camden Market side. People from all over the world shop, eat, or just watch the excitement here. My son came here to eat "chicken fajita"-a kind of food with grilled chicken, vegetables and Mexican condiments in pasta. For him, this food can satisfy his incomparable American homesickness. When Christmas is approaching, he misses the United States, his childhood playmates, especially American food, even more so!

After dinner, we sometimes go to a nearby "Waterstone" bookstore. My son would sit under the shelf of cartoons and comics and read his "Narutou"-a series of little people from Japan, I don't know what that book is about. I usually read some history books, especially those written by British people about British people: Hume, Smith, Russell, Byron,....

Then my son will buy a book he likes, and I will buy a book I like plus a Financial Times, and then a drink. We sat down on the shore on the way back, father and son read together, enjoying that London spring time.