Westminster Abbey. Few Londoners take the opportunity to actually stop sometimes and observe the beauty of London. It truly feels like the abbey stands strong with all its glory while the city barely seems to notice as it rushes by.
Side street in Belgravia neighbourhood. I enjoyed a nice lunch with an ex-collegue and friend at Belgrave Square a.k.a “Embassy Land”. Around the corner in the neighbourhood I found this little pittoresque side street.
Attended a seminar and discussion at London School of Economics. Spoke to as well as listened to correspondents from The Economist and BBC speak about current Balkan and Eastern European issues.
The family and the jogger. Starting off at Buckingham Palace, enjoying Green Park along the Princess Diana of Wales Memorial Walk. The air was fresh and people started taking off their coats in the sunshine – London at its best.
Paradise at Charing Cross Road. Established in 1903, Foyles book store is one of the oldest book stores in London and also said to be one of the best. It was once listed in Guiness Book of Records because of its book shelf area (50 km in total). It truly is a gem - ”I’m just going to pop in” always ends up with me being stuck at least two hours and never leaving empty-handed.
Shaky Big Ben. Tried to get a new perspective on Big Ben, so often photographed and admired from visitors from all over the world.
A – Z map. Central London in my pocket. Because getting lost is just part of the deal. Also, the reason why I always become owner of blistered feet when visiting the city is probably becauce of the fact that walking crazy distances between stations instead of using the tube seems more fun.
Young Londoner in Hyde Park. This young man drinking Red Bull with loud music in his earphones had no idea I took this photo of him at Hyde Park Corner, close to the Marble Arch at the Oxford Street/Park Lane intersection.
London cab. As much as I tried to catch the most yellow taxis possible when visiting New York City, I try catching the old-fashioned type of taxis in London (unfortunately they are becoming more and more rare), complete with an old white-haired gentleman wearing a checked cap, preferebly called “James”, saying things like “Where to, miss?” and “Thank you, love”.
Snapshots from Earl Grey City
Westminster Abbey. Few Londoners take the opportunity to actually stop sometimes and observe the beauty of London. It truly feels like the abbey stands strong with all its glory while the city barely seems to notice as it rushes by.
Side street in Belgravia neighbourhood. I enjoyed a nice lunch with an ex-collegue and friend at Belgrave Square a.k.a “Embassy Land”. Around the corner in the neighbourhood I found this little pittoresque side street.
Attended a seminar and discussion at London School of Economics. Spoke to as well as listened to correspondents from The Economist and BBC speak about current Balkan and Eastern European issues.
The family and the jogger. Starting off at Buckingham Palace, enjoying Green Park along the Princess Diana of Wales Memorial Walk. The air was fresh and people started taking off their coats in the sunshine – London at its best.
Paradise at Charing Cross Road. Established in 1903, Foyles book store is one of the oldest book stores in London and also said to be one of the best. It was once listed in Guiness Book of Records because of its book shelf area (50 km in total). It truly is a gem - ”I’m just going to pop in” always ends up with me being stuck at least two hours and never leaving empty-handed.
Shaky Big Ben. Tried to get a new perspective on Big Ben, so often photographed and admired from visitors from all over the world.
A – Z map. Central London in my pocket. Because getting lost is just part of the deal. Also, the reason why I always become owner of blistered feet when visiting the city is probably becauce of the fact that walking crazy distances between stations instead of using the tube seems more fun.
Young Londoner in Hyde Park. This young man drinking Red Bull with loud music in his earphones had no idea I took this photo of him at Hyde Park Corner, close to the Marble Arch at the Oxford Street/Park Lane intersection.
London cab. As much as I tried to catch the most yellow taxis possible when visiting New York City, I try catching the old-fashioned type of taxis in London (unfortunately they are becoming more and more rare), complete with an old white-haired gentleman wearing a checked cap, preferebly called “James”, saying things like “Where to, miss?” and “Thank you, love”.
Photo courtesy: Anna Wiman.