On the fourth day of christmas…
…the lights shine brighter…
… the noses as well.
The smell of roasted almonds, which usually goes hand in hand with german christmas markets, will me now always remember of the thames. The little stands at every corner, sweetened the air during long walks under blue shining trees.
How many of all the crime writers in history were standing exactly here, getting their inspirations?
I bet many…
… and I understand very well.
I think it will influence my writing as well.
I fear forever.
Saxophone music along the Southbanks creates the right atmosphere for crimes, but tomorrow it’ll be another artist there, so it’s never the same, when you go this way.