It seemed the perfect spot for a sketch.
An interesting view, with my left shoulder leaning against a telephone booth and enough space for my right elbow.
It proved wrong because of the two story buses kept stoping on the traffic lights and completely blocking my view.
Suddenly a huge group of Japanese tourists came after a crimson umbrella. One of them aimed and shooted me. Maybe it was a signal or a ritual because immediately everybody turned round and I was shot by two dozens instant cameras!!!
What is the most exotic in the center of London? Mr Trafalgar (???) on top of Nelson´s Column? A bunch of oriental tourists with funny clothes? A sketcher sketching?
I was thankful because they let me compare myself with Eugène Delacroix in Morocco.