Londontopia

Here is how London might look like in a couple of decades. The project, called Skycycle (137 miles, 220 Km of superhighway for cycles only) has been presented few weeks ago by Foster and Partners, the same firm of the Gherkin and the millennium bridge. It’s backed by Network Rail, which is increasing year after year rail fares (last one few days ago, +3.1%) making the UK transports network the most expensive of Europe. In few words, commuters will wait 20 years to find a reasonable option.

Views from the Heron Tower

Frankly I cannot remember how the food is. Despite all efforts, I can’t. Heron Tower, the third tallest building of London. You can book three restaurants at the tower.

I went to the japanese-brasilian restaurant – Sushi Samba. No way to remember anything about the food, so I assume that quality was lower than the average and costs (way) higher than average. As it usually happens in London.

But views are unquestionably beautiful. Views of the city and the river make the difference, and bring the price the to the right level. A nice cocktail-bar completes the experience. Just take a look at the photos.

Airworld

A couple of more days. And I will be back to Airworld (from Up in the Air). London, Paris next week. London and Milan in two weeks. This is the plan. For now.

To know me, you have to fly with me. Sit down. I’m the aisle, you’re the window. Trapped.

Planes and airports are where I feel at home. Everything fellows like you dislike about them – the dry, recycled air alive with viruses; the salty food that seems drizzled with warm mineral oil; the aura-sapping artificial lighting – has grown dear to me over the years, familiar, sweet.

I call it Airworld; the scene, the place, the style. My hometown papers are USA Today and the Wall Street Journal. The big-screen Panasonics in the club rooms broadcast all news I need, with an emphasis on the markets and the weather. My literature is the bestseller or the near bestseller, heavy on themes of espionage, high finance, and the goodness of common people in small towns.

Airworld is a nation within a nation, with its own language, architecture, mood, and even its own currency – the token economy of airline bonus miles that I’ve come to value more than dollars. Inflation doesn’t degrade them. They’re not taxed. They’re private property in its purest form.