The frenetic rhythm of the morning commute as the Tube whooshes through the tunnels below the city. The synchronised spontaneous ballet of thousands of umbrellas popping up against the light drizzle falling from the blue-grey sky. The green parks filled with office workers soaking up the sun during a July lunchtime. The cheeky calls of the fruit and veg vendors in Soho’s Berwick Street market. The hushed, reverent silence of five hundred theatregoers as the curtain goes up at 7.30 on the dot. The excited chatter in twenty different languages as tourists descend on Piccadilly Circus.
London. A city of contrasts, of contradictions. A city that stimulates the senses and nourishes the soul.
