A picked Gloucester Road as a destination so as to get pics of the Platform Art on display there - gently beautiful dreamscapes of faces in buildings and landscapes.

We stood and watched trains going past, and people shuffling on and off - how many looked out the window? How many glanced up from a newspaper to see a smear of colour and beauty wash past them as they left the station? Something magical breaking through the trance-state necessaary to avoid madness in commuting. I hope enough of this magic, this wonderful glamour does smudge up a few London souls, make them open to the wonder of the world again.

After the consternation at South Ealing and South Ken, this a high point in the collection so far.

Oh, but then it's so much easier to wax bucolic when one doesn't live there anymore. I can be a tourist, I can be the invisible flanuese with detached amusement...I am not desperately rushing anywhere to a deadline today. I have time to stand and stare.

 

the time is now...

'can't stay still' day, 'walking off heartbreak' day.

Left the house as imposing a pointless meaning on my meanderings, as though it was then less of a waste of time, went via South Ealing - baffling tourists on the way by asking them to do a pic of me on the station - to South Kensington. Should have got out at Gloucester Road, but was lost in book and Thoughts.

Wonderful sky - took pics of the Natural History Museum against the shining cloudscape and walked to Gloucester Road. Wide open streets - 'a 'good' part of town; must be to have a Waitrose actually on top the station, rather than the usual 'Food And Wine' .

Photo in front the world time zones map at Oxford Circus which I can honestly say, I'd never stopped and looked at ever, before today. It's suitably goth, as it marks that It's Always Midnight Somewhere. So, South Ealing, South Kensington, Gloucester Road and Oxford Circus in one afternoon.