I was a stranger in the city. Out of town where the people I knew. I had the feeling of self-pity. What to do? what to do? what to do?. The outlook was decidedly blue. But as I walked through the foggy streets alone. It turned out to be the luckiest day I've ever known. A foggy day in a london town. Had me low and had me down. I viewed the morning with alarm. The British Museum had lost its charm. How long I wondered could this thing last?. But the age of miracles had'nt passed. For suddenly I saw you there