I'm not sure why London was so special. Maybe it was because of the sound: the constant hum and murmur of people; trains zooming and high heels clicking on stone; the shuffle of coats and sweet laughter; musicians on the road side; or the sound of birds singing, slowly drowned by the whir of a bus.
And London's lights - yellow, warm sun and beaming headlights. London's darkness - but the city lights that twinkle and shine in the midst of it. London's shops - filled with styles just imported.
Dear London, I like you. Your museums are just stellar -- of course your shops and art galleries and architecture and gardens are, too. You seemed to smile when I visited you. The sun was so golden and the streets full and moving. I could go on and on but I must stop. Traveling life is wonderful, but school life essential. (I'll go work on that essay.)
where do you want to go adventuring?
p.s. happy March!