I’ve decided to betray the city I love most in the world and move to another one.
Standing on the left of the escalators, standing for hours by the wall-mounted tube map in a crowd and loudly mispronouncing the stops are all synonymous with American tourists in London. Odd then that on my recent trip around the US I found myself unwillingly falling for Americans
One Japanese girl bravely removed her coat before making the classic double peace sign photo in front of Tower Bridge
The sky filled with golden tears raining down over St Pauls in wide rings, each one larger than the last, so that they seemed to be coming closer to us
I’m finding it very hard to believe that this time five years ago I was sat by the side of an Australian motorway, racked with worry over a stranger’s text saying that London had been bombed