London is huge. It’s like a country unto itself, mini-cities within a city. Every corner has it’s own story. Like a never ending jewellery box to explore. Tiny pieces of beauty, telling a story.
On my first day, Peter Pan leapt out as I rounded a corner, transforming an otherwise ordinary building into a trip to Neverland.
The next day, on Oxford Street, this happened:
You never know what you are going to get. The first couple of weeks I was staying in Pimlico. The walk home from Tottenham Court Road had some nice treasures.
I’m now in Borough, and can walk home in 40 minutes, across the Thames.
Spring is here, with daffodils, and spring blossoms everywhere.
Last night, I had a drink at the Royal Festival Hall – just a 15 minute walk from home. The sun was out, a beautiful Spring evening, with joy everywhere…
A whole fresh weekend ahead. More treasures to find, and joy to be had. As it said over a pub door, my first night in London: