My Danish friend and I wait for the “Big Bus Tours” bus stop on Park Lane, a road flanking the eastern side of Hyde Park.
We are bundled up in warm sweaters, and I’m wondering how global warming can make May feel like December.
A young man approaches. He reminds me of a college student, and I think of my oldest son.
“Want to catch the “Big Bus Tour?” he asks with tour guides fanned out in his hands.
“We already have our tickets, ” I say pulling mine out of my purse as proof.
He stays next to us, like he’s part of our group.
I turn my back to him and continue my conversation in Danish with my friend.
“Where you from?” he asks listening to us speak in Danish. I’m used to that question, especially in the U.S. where people think I’m South African or Australian, and in Britain, where they think I’m American. Even I’m confused about my own roots. I tell him.
“I’m a student from Hungary,” he says. “I study here.”
Now I’m feeling sorry for him, wondering if he makes enough money to pay his student bills. Then I remember that Hungary has been part of the (EU)European Union since 2004 and must have some sort of reciprocal study program. He probably doesn’t have the same astronomical university fees my son had for out-of-state tuition.
I start having “motherly” feelings towards this poor student. Then he says, “I like older women. They smell so good. We could have a good time.”
My throat feels all scratchy and I start to cough. Who is this young Hungarian? Do we look like Cougars?My Danish friend blabbers something I cannot repeat.
“I have a son your age,” I say, and run towards the bus.
I cannot imagine something similar happening in my neighborhood. Are Cougars taking over the world?
The next day, on my way to South Kensington tube station, I passed Christie’s Auction and never realized it was open to the public for viewing and photography.
Auctions take place on Tuesday mornings and viewing of items is from Saturday-Monday.
I wanted to share this video before I move on to southern France.