Psssst! Yes, It is I, Romegrito, in the plants... come closer.
Oh these plants are spiky!
I have been deep undercover this week chasing clues that I have
been
left in the bottom of a rosé bottle or buried within my favourite
cake.
The King of the Grito's moves in mysterious ways, no? What I have found
is that I am in Londra. What I have also found is that there are only 4
enoteche selling wine within 500m of my door. How is a Grito to survive
with so little wine? It is enough to dampen my ardour.
Hmm this place begins with a 'B'
I searched all around to find my next clue, I knew it had travel involved somewhere...
Niente here
I tried to attract the attention of people on the river but sadly they only spoke Hungarian.
Hello Hungry people!
Hmm those people were not friendly.
So I did a 'Latin sulk' and said "Beh!" to the world.
But I soon became happy as I spotted some girls... aye, aye aye! They would know where my next clue was.
Ooffa. Nice hair bionda but those boots are so last year!
They seemed more interested in trying to hold the attention of their
Ragazzi (I was prettier than they were), but they told me to look by
the pond...
So I searched high... and spoke to the local 'birds'...
But he seemed to think I was more of a 'spuntino'. Help!
Finally I found my 'contact': The lady in the Bikini. Rarr!
She told me she was far too young for me (
what the hell?) but to wait by the 'Red Crown' for my 'royal transport'.
The have Royalty here too
Ah, finally a lift. I only have the small legs...
In the pocket I found my next clue: "Go down the rabbit hole to Amsterdam. Seek out the long rail."
Oh mio dio, I shall need to pack some chocolate.
Baci xxx
