THE UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
LONDON My worlds collide in the Great Court of the British Museum, designed by Sir Norman Foster.
Visitors swirl throughout the vast museum (some five million annually), pooling in the cool blue-white courtyard. A glazed canopy soars above the square and its scrubbed facades, which create Europe's largest enclosed space.
Great meeting point, then...
Yet Anna and I after some glamorous mooching and loitering do indeed find Amy. And the pair instantly start chattering and giggling and generally behaving just as one hopes, when introducing two dear people.
The Inappropriate Beau would have made for a flush of best friends, but no ... he had to run off with a German backpacker. Twit.
I only say this because we are first and foremost buddies. And teasing is pretty much his default mode, as noted previously.
In fact, humor seems to be the only connecting thread among the company I keep. W.H. Auden said it best: "Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh."