March 6, 2017 TODAY, THE WANDERER was going to Kensington Gardens. She could hardly believe that, less than a year since she had first read J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens , she was going to the place where, in the world of fiction, a baby Peter Pan was raised by birds and experienced his first adventures; the place where J.M. Barrie himself had wandered through; the very place that his brilliant mind had transformed into a magical world filled with fairies and talking birds and joyful children, a little Neverland in the middle of the sprawling city of London. For her, it was nothing short of a dream come true. The weather was gorgeous: no heavy coat necessary. Clouds rolled through the blue sky without threatening a drop of rain. The flowers were already in bloom, and even though it was only the first week of March, spring was in the air. "The Serpentine begins near here. It is a lovely lake, and there is a drowned forest ...
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