London, London ....

AH, London! London! our delight,
Great flower that opens but at night,
Great City of the midnight sun,
Whose day begins when day is done.
Lamp after lamp against the sky	5
Opens a sudden beaming eye,
Leaping alight on either hand,
The iron lilies of the Strand. A Ballad of London - Richard Le Gallienne

Ambassadeurs: Aristide Bruant by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec
1892

It has been far too long since I have blogged. And I am definitely thinking about rectifying this, even if it is just writing some short little things about what I am thinking, doing and enjoying in (what I think of as) the best city in the world.

Today as I walked home in the bitter cold, I threw my scarf over my shoulder and pushed my hat down firmly on my head to prevent its escape. Every time I caught sight of my shadow I saw the
painting on the right in my mind's eye. As you can see I am still fixated with the fin de siècle. I cannot wait to start writing my dissertation (more on that another time)

R x