The City

Quiet times are hard to find in this city. But when you do, you start to think. After a packed week-end, a Sunday night can sometimes bring exactly what you need. 

Recently I was advised to visit some other places in England, take the train and discover the nature. It didn't really spark a fire. I started to think why. Maybe it's because of what I'm often told...am I truly a city-boy? 

I think it's the appetite for life that makes me love cities so much. I cried after leaving New York, I feel like Paris is my second home and each day in London is worth a novel.

Walking on the pavement here, makes me wish I could read people's minds. Every person walking around here has a reason to be in this city and will probably come from somewhere else than London. At a certain time in their life, they made a decision to move to this amazing place...to discover and to learn. To live. 

But, I am leaving the city quite soon. It's not exactly England -whereto will soon be revealed- but it does count nevertheless. I'm looking forward to leaving, as it will be the first time I'll be returning back 'home' to London as well. 

XX // T.L. 

 Love - from, in and to - London. - The Londonist