One of the things I like most about London is all the cultural history embedded in every streetcorner. When I'm in Marylebone and Mayfair I fantasize about how The Beatles-members used to wander around those streets, how they ruled the cultural life of the city for a few years and made it swing. When I'm in Chelsea, I imagine Keith Richards stumbling out of his Edith Grove-flat with other members of the Stones, driving his Rolls Royce around Kensington whilst thinking up new guitar riffs. Although this London I dream about no longer exists, I still enjoy wandering around these mythical areas of the city, pretending there is still something magical in the air.
|Me, The Fab Four and Lotta.|
Jane at lunch.
|Cheyne Walk, just noticed the dog in the window now.|
|Jane and Lotta before crossing the river.|
|Lotta and me on Albert Bridge.|
|I have never seen such a colorful and pastel-y bridge in my life.|
|It looks like it belongs in an amusement park!|
|London has loads of great parks, but this is definitely a new favourite mainly because it was so trippy!|