Believe me, after spending several hours in a museum and having eaten only a khaki and the last muesli bar I've brought from the UK, this kind of sensory overload is the last thing you want. All restaurants only in Japanese and all plastic food models ambiguous - is it chicken or pork (I don't eat pork)? The McDonalds over the road has never been more inviting. But I didn't give in. Risked a meal at a dodgy place, and I was ok and ready to roll.
I know I'm strange but I love huge displays and flashing neon lights. Why is there nothing like this in Ljubljana or London (does Piccadilly circus even count)?
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In late eigtees I was standing at Piccadilly and having a call with you and mom. I was told that there was a power cut in Ljubljana. I was wondering how Picadily would look without electricity.
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