Hyde Park, Wednesday September 20, 2020. Just arrived in London and went for a walk through the parks. Reacquainting myself with this city I love and have not seen for 9 years. Almost at the end of the garden, I follow a sign asking to leave the flowers only at the designated place. A few more steps and I am surrounded by what seems like hundreds of bouquets, letters, drawings, tiny, crocheted pieces and small toys. I am neither British, nor monarchist, well aware not everyone grieves the passing of the queen, and frankly, not everybody should. Still, in my opinion, this moment in time deserves to be remembered, and the letters, especially the children's letters, made me stop, read and smile. London as I never saw before.
“Grief is the price we pay for love”
