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...