After several days of cold, wet, grey days in London, it is like peeling a curtain back to see sunshine and feel heat as I land in Istablu The air is smoggy and filled with the sounds of seabirds.
The medians between streets are platned with topiaries and roses that are in ful bloom: pink, white, and red. Traffic is orderly but there's lots of it and the lanes spill over each other to end up being just a four car wide space to be filled.
There are 8 of us here a day early (some arrived yesterday) and we wander through our neighbourhood, which includes the Blue Mosque as it happens. Like chicks we follow our leader and listen to his comments on this or that eagerly. For once I have not read 300 books so I arrive relatively unaware of what to see and wher
e to go. Tomorrow it begins and I can't wait.
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