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We've had two incredible days in the Olympic Park so far this week, watching inspiring sport in person and on the big screens, soaking up the festival-like atmosphere and pinching ourselves that this day has finally come.
But from two days of amazing memories, what I shall remember most are the flowers and the flags.
The Park is full of flowers - great banks of them rising up from all the waterways that wind around the stadium. Olivia and I spent hours taking photos, trying each time to get that perfect shot.
So many other visitors were taking photos too. I chatted to people with cameras who had come from Australia, the Netherlands and the USA to be at the Olympics. Everyone exclaimed over the beauty of the flowers before they discussed the sport.
Many of these people were wrapped in flags, or dressed in national colours. We had come with our giant Union Jack, and Cam also bought a Brazilian flag when he discovered that Brazil was one of the teams playing in the handball session we had tickets for.
|Cam turns Brazilian for the day|
Olivia and I spotted a great many sweet, fat babies in patriotic babygros and one charming toddler wearing stars-and-stripes tights. We learnt what Montenegro's flag looks like (red, with a magnificent double-headed eagle and shield in the centre), we admired the Dutch people's wholly enthusiastic approach to wearing bright orange curly wigs, and we argued over which flag was which for France, Russia, the Netherlands and Luxembourg.
Olympic flags and flowers. A riot of colour and a feast for the senses.