Near Covent Garden, the sidewalk grew thick with cheerful people. Angels and whimsical ocean scenes in twinkling lights arched over the streets. Store windows were decked out in holiday décor.
In the building at number 15 we would defend ourselves against the fine we were issued the day before for possessing unstamped tickets on the tram.
I touched his arm and told him, “hai amichi ovunque” (you have friends everywhere) which made him cry, and that made me cry, and he patted down his tears with a handkerchief as the bus arrived.