Tonight I had a rather magical experience. There I was walking back from a lovely meal and political gossip with D, when I found myself on the Millennium Bridge, absolument tout seule, as if everyone else in London knew something I didn't, and were secretly all crammed into Gordon's wine bar or some other place that I don't like... a rare moment for reflection and contemplation, although I confess it was to no particular purpose other than to gawp at the beauty of London's bridges. The silence and the stillness would have been overwhelming had I not had a similar experience yesterday as I wandered back from meeting up with G via Green Park and St James Park and barely saw a car between waving her goodbye and hitting Vauxhall Bridge. Even more amazing given the huge demonstrations that had filled that whole part of London just hours before.
London's fullness is usually what excites me, which makes these moments all the more precious for their rareness.
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