五年前的伦敦，小王子还未为人父。我还未独自闯世界。还未曾有许多回忆。

那么自信，那么活泼。一张少年的脸，一颗孩童的心。一切都那么新奇。

Londoners like to read. There are book stores in every corner. Not mega book stores like Chapters like we have in Vancouver, but little quaint shops. Dark, crowded, like those you can hide in the corner and discover dusty intriguing old books.

Everything in London is small. Small cups, small keys, small rooms, small breakfast etc. Everything is my size. I can wrap my hand around a glass comfortably, I can finish an English breakfast, I can finish a bottle of water in one day.

London King’s Cross area reminds me of Shanghai. The streets, the trees, the buildings, the lanes; everything calls a distant familiarity. I feel at home here. I feel as when I was small, walking along the large trees in my quatier, stepping on curled leaves on the sidewalks.