"Where shall we go on holiday, son?"

The guiding light seems to be favouring Southern Italy and Bosnia, or perhaps Turkey might be nicer.

A sunny warmish day for a change and I'm caught in the religious divide between Spitalfields (where this was taken) and Brick Lane where I saw these fabulous his and hers mosque shaped alarm clocks. I wonder whether you are awakened by the Muezzin calling you to prayer.