Two words: Abbey Road. A place where wonderful things happen.
It’s 09.00am. I am getting ready to leave the house and catch the train that will take me to London Bridge Station, where I travel on the jubilee line to St. John’s Wood.
Once I get there, I go all the way up the escalators from the platform to the entrance, where the wind blows quite hard, as if it’s trying to push me out of the station. Fine by me, since all I want to do is get away from the underground and step foot on the streets of Paul’s* lovely neighbourhood. As I walk along the road of big white houses, an outstanding Cherry Blossom tree stands proudly in front of me. The sense of happiness that emerges from your soul, when you take a look at the soft shades of pink and white flowers of these tres, is instant. That awe-inspiring spectacle and the scent of spring in the air makes me appreciate the beauty of life*.
‘Almost there’, I text to Paul, as I walk towards his flat.
‘Finally, boluda*! I’m starving’, he replies.
We meet at the entrance of his building. Now that I’m finally here, we head off to Gail’s bakery and order two oat milk flat whites, a croissant and a cinnamon roll, perhaps? Sure! Why not?—all to take away. It’s always a good plan to see my brother.
We take the first sip of warm coffee as we walk away from the bakery to Abbey Road, where we’ll enjoy our breakfast.
There is an empty bench under a big tree waiting for us: the perfect place for one of our profound talks, a good cuppa coffee and a great view of the zebra crossing. We sit enjoying our coffee and looking at how funny tourists make their best to take the perfect photograph. It’s lovely—and rather hilarious—to see people from all over the world gathering at the front of the famous studios for the sake of making a remake of the picture that four of our favourite musicians did fifty years ago. Now, the street is a mixture of accents and a few people wearing t-shirts with The Beatles crossing the street. Paul and I laugh with tenderness at those cheerful and exciting faces.
Without a doubt, some sort of magic floats in the air of this place. All because of one thing-music-and one band-The Beatles-that gathers all these passionate people at this marvellous location.
On my way back home, as I look at the brick-red constructions beneath the blue sky, my mind drifts, thinking about what a day has been:
“People usually drive me crazy, but they can be rather cute sometimes.
Every time I am at Abbey Road, the passion that people have as they cross the street surprises me. They don’t even worry about the drivers—probably bad-tempered—as long as they can take the perfect photograph to take home as a treasured memory.
Today, I’ve found something rather cute in a man who was crossing the street while his companion was determined to take the famous picture. His happy little red face gave me so much joy. The idea of talking to people at Abbey Road and ask them what do they feel about their experience, how did they get there, if they are visiting for the first time, popped into my head, and I thought: how amazing will be to be free, to have confidence, to seek the courage I lack to do such a thing.”
Well, I can’t go to Abbey Road right now, since I am facing isolation. But, at that moment, I didn’t even think I will be writing this post and having the chance to ask you—the reader—what do you think of this place.
Do you know what Abbey Road is? Have you ever visited the place? If you had, did you take the picture walking along the zebra crossing? How did it make you feel?
Share about your own Abbey Road experience and your love for music in the comments below.
*Oh, yeah. And Paul McCartney’s neighbourhood, as well.
*For the Japanese, the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of life.
*Boludo/a is not always an offensive word, we use it in Argentina in a friendly way—between friends and family.