London, Earl's Court, Sunday, after the morning autumn rain. Nevern Square, still and traffic-less, air grey but moving, every surface glistening devilishly, the street and sidewalk haphazardly blanketed with damp yellow maple leaves, wet flags snapping on their poles in front of the white-facaded, be-pillared hotels. Faintly winding up engine noise from on the high street. The wind picking up now, troubling and clicking the leaves still hanging on overhead, sky moving from grey to white to clear. The odd swooping pigeon. Minis and VW Golfs parked langorously, taking Sunday off while their owners have lie-ins. Laundry done, shopping done, only a run in Hyde park awaits. London!