Monday morning tourist

Monday morning is the best time to visit a city. You can catch its essence. People go about their business without noticing you. The vibe is raw. They are caught up in their thoughts, planning the day trying to catch time. Drop off the kids at school. Catch the bus, metro or tube. Try not to be late for work. I'm hungry, what am I going to eat?

In Trakia you can see people picking up a Banitsa. In Paris the sombre mood of the metro is punctuated by the people dressed in grey and black. In London at Piccadilly Circus the last revellers go home after full-on binge weekender. The crazy ones go straight to work. On the DLR in the direction of Canary Wharf there are no holds barred, like a Muay Thai fight elbows are in. Just say "Sorry" after thrusting your laptop into their kidneys. In Cairo men huddle around a cart to eat a Fool sandwich. In Damascus microbus drivers sip on a cup of Mate, some add milk. In Bangkok they'll cross the canals of the delta in long boats and stop at make shift restaurants on the pavement to have some rice with a bit of fish. At the Wat Pho temple you can do yoga before starting work.

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