Serendipity in St. James’s Park: An Unexpected Encounter with a French Tourist

An Unplanned Day in London

Last Thursday was destined to be just like any other day, or so I thought. After an early 5 AM start and accidentally dozing off on the train at Crewe, I found myself unexpectedly in London. My friend, who I had planned to meet, was busy with work commitments, leaving me to explore London solo for the day. I decided to start my morning with a modest breakfast at Euston station, but it was nothing remarkable. With the entire morning ahead, I ventured towards St. James’s Park—a perfect haven for a cigar, a cup of coffee, and some quiet reflection.

An Unexpected Encounter

After acquiring a coffee from one of the park’s delightful stands, I settled on a bench, lit my cigar, and savored the moment. Just a few minutes into my serene morning ritual, a tourist—a French gentleman—passed by, exchanging smiles with me. About to continue on his path, he unexpectedly turned back and approached me. Complimenting my attire, he noted it was distinctly English. For over fourteen years, I have taken pride in wearing vintage clothing—comprising tweed jackets, colorful waistcoats, and a classic pocket watch.

Intrigued by my style, the tourist, having just landed from Bordeaux a mere two hours earlier, was eager to make the most of his first London visit. Our conversation flourished as I shared must-see sites, tips for navigating the Underground, and discussed museums. When he noticed the silver pharaoh-head pin on my lapel, I admitted to being an amateur Egyptologist, occasionally offering informal tours at the British Museum. To my delight, he eagerly expressed a desire to join me for a museum visit on Sunday, an invitation I gladly extended.

A Day of Friendship and Culture

We exchanged contact information and kept in touch. The following Sunday, I guided him through the marvels of the British Museum, his enthusiasm for the history and artifacts delightfully infectious. Keen to have him experience more of British culture, I proposed we enjoy a traditional Sunday roast in Holborn at The Ship Tavern. Witnessing his enjoyment, particularly at his first taste of Yorkshire pudding, was a joy to behold. While he praised the cuisine whole-heartedly, he did remark on Britain’s unconventional dining hours compared to France’s more structured mealtimes.

London’s Magic