Parks

Each park in Central London has got its own personality and it distinguishes itself for a particular reason. Regent's Park is pretty and contemplative-great for picnics. Green Park is the only one with no flowers (hence the name) and conveniently placed near the Queen.

Hyde Park is huge and good for concerts and festivals (I saw REM here), St. James has got the ducks and the squirrels that tourists love and it looks from a scene of Alice in Wonderland in the cold winter sun. When the sun comes out every park in London seems to come alive and fulfil its own destiny as one of the hearts of this city. It is easy to spend whole Sundays getting pissed with friends in the summer, as I also did when my mother came to visit in April.

During my time here the parks have played an important role in the way I have lived London, as I am sure many Londoner would say. Hyde Park was the park around which I'd run all the time whilst preparing for the marathon in 2005, or where I had my 24th birthday picnic during the scorching 2004 summer (we all ended up red and dehydrated, and that was the day when my friend Appy met his future wife), or where I used to have lunch in between classes when I was a student.
Regent's park is the park where I sometimes go to get away from it all, or to jog in the beginning of spring nights. Green Park is the park where I rarely go but where I am celebrating my 29th birthday this year (!), or that I use to cut across the areas of the city that surround it. No more to say about parks.