Almost everyone I know in Sydney has been pretty stoked about September this week – Spring, supposedly, but frankly it’s been as uninspiring as a damp stinky dog.
So, I’m flashing myself back to London to that sunny day in July – on the last day of our holiday – when we traipsed around the city, from the West End to the City, taking in the Millennium Bridge and St Paul’s (and the rest), 20-something kilometres, before we had to get ourselves to Heathrow.
For all the years I lived in London, I never once went into St Paul’s Cathedral. And since leaving London, I’ve been
home back a few times, but now that I’m a tourist I sure as hell don’t want to do anything like queue with the other tourists – ! So, it’s just a stride-by for yours truly, and few photos. (Seriously, how many photos of a cathedral, or photos in which the cathedral appears, can a person take? I threw the one with the shiny ball in there just for the heck of it, but looking closely now, I realise you can see the Cathedral in its reflective surface…)