Last day. Over to the Barbican to choose seats on tomorrow's flight. They're in banks of three on either side of the aisle so we ga,ble and opt for the aisle and window seats. Either no one will choose the middle or one of us will offer to trade. Check out the ti,ing on tomorrow's underground trip too. First train from Swiss Cottage leaves at 5:16 and takes about 20 minutes to reach London Bridge Station. Should give us plenty of time.
Trafalgar Square to post office - long queues as always - and Canada House to print boarding passes. And back to Trafalgar after dusk (and sunset is about 4:10 this time of year) to see the interactive art project of a Mexican Canadian. A nu,ber of projectors project film images of people, more or less full size, from a cache of hundreds onto the pavement at the north end of Trafalgar Square. Intriguingly the images are activated by the shadows cast by the observors: They seem to come alive, struggling to sit up. It's temting to offer a hand so that they can emerge from the pavement and become fully real. Meanwhile the images make eye contact and even the security people seem quite taken with them.
The evening spent packing. How will it all fit back into our little suitcases? The saddest is throwing out all those lovely newspapers - many of which have excellent bits that there hasn't been time to read - with English language reading on our winters it's always feast or famine.
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