I’ve visited England’s capital periodically throughout my lifetime – as both a U.K citizen and a tourist – and I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no place quite like London.
Steeped in history but modern in feel, London exhibits an impressive display of architecture that all at once contrasts and complements. It’s a fine tuned balancing act that shouldn’t work, and yet it does.
And it’s not just the buildings. It’s the people, the sounds, the smells, the tastes, the spirit, the attractions, the everyday.
Never have I quite been able to truly express how London makes me feel. There’s this energy…this magic that cannot easily be conveyed into words. This is probably why I’ve delayed writing about it for so long and why I’m struggling, even now. This is also the reason why I’ve decided to let photos do the talking:
Writing this post brings on a flood of emotions: I really do love London. It reminds me of who I am, and where I’m from, which in my current position is all too rare. Although I am now also a Canadian, I will always be a Brit and there is no shame in admitting to the identity crisis or homesickness that follows from immigration.
I digress, but my personal, emotional attachment to London isn’t to downplay it’s impressiveness as a global city. The magic exists, beyond my own interpretation. Go see for yourself.