1. The march was good. Folk dancing en masse in the street, a temporary occupation of Westminster bridge and some amazing noise going under another bridge. Ten the weather turned on us.

    Police presence was imposing yet benign—the multiple helicopters seem like a waste of fuel though.

  2. On the bus bound for London. There is buzzing, blue lights and unintelligible announcements. I feel like I’m on a NASA flight, not a NE one.