Rolling on the streets of London (Renault)

"Now this is what I am talking about."

I always find it interesting that you always take pleasure from even the simplest of foods.

Andrew had a cheerful smile on his face as he snacked upon some English food. Even though it had been centuries that he had been back in England, he still thought there was a good taste to something fried. While keeping the fried food in his mouth like a cigarette, he immediately remembered something. Grabbing a small book that he kept with him, he started to look for a blank page and wrote down in the margin: work on recipe for Yorkshire pudding. There had been one time in the 21st century that he tried the popover. Though simplistic in its form Andrew thought it was one of the best tasting things he had encountered. He had been meaning to return to attempt creation of the pudding, but things had happened in his life that at the moment made it impossible.

Finishing up the fried snack, he continued to walk through London with map in hand and with a trusty pen. For all appearances both as disguise and reality Andrew had been a tourist. At the moment he seemed to be doing this purely as an explorer. He wanted to see as much as he could, but above all else he did not want to get lost in a city that had changed so much during his exile. As he looked up at the building, he began to mutter to himself as he declared the building as his "waypoint" if he ever got lost and needed to head back again before smiling. As he looked out into the street and into the distance he started to wonder where to go next before the day was done. There was so much to do before the sun went down.