Gathering Post

[londoncallingmods]

The best thing about London was that there was always something to do, no matter what your interests were. This weekend there was a jazz festival in Bloomsbury, an ale festival that would take you through a drunken train tour of the city, an African culture festival near Covent Garden, and several movie screenings, parties, and other pockets of fun.

Tourists were flooding in from all over, and many Londoners were slipping off to, or coming back from, their latest trips to Barcelona, Paris, or Ibiza. The weather was warm, and it had been fairly dry and sunny lately- Really, it was the perfect place to be right now. ...At least that's what anyone who wasn't heading off to some tropical wonderland would tell you at least.

As day faded into evening, bars came alive and shop windows lit up, inviting in tourists and locals alike. The city buzzed well into the night, calming only briefly in the morning, before bursting back into life again.

(Have your pup be anywhere in the city you like. This GP is intended to take place over the course of Sat and Sun, but will be open all week long! Remember to add your pup's tag after you tag in!)

Comments

[akatawitch]

There was a common misconception in the western world that to know--especially belong to--one African culture meant knowing all of them. Sunny didn't even know all the ones in Nigeria's borders, there being a few hundred of them. Distance meant that South African things were not so terribly well known to her, either, so her curiosity was up.

"Nothing says cultural exchange like food," Sunny agreed with a bit of a smile. "But there's so much to choose from and only one stomach."

[anamusebouche]

In South Africa, Sunny would have been a very problematic person, until not too long ago (and some would say still). Fortunately, food had nothing to do with apartheid.

Hannibal smiled. "You don't have to eat everything at once," he offered. "And these sausages will hold for quite some time, considering their content in spices and salt."

[akatawitch]

Some including Sunny herself. There wasn't really a place anywhere in the black diaspora where she belonged, on the continent or elsewhere. It was something she'd gotten used to, over the years, even as she could see the flash of a Look from the man running the market stall. She looked back just long enough to say that she saw that, but otherwise let it go. Or at least appeared to.

She smiled back. "That's true, but add in the limits of student budgeting, maybe I should pass."