We didn’t do much yesterday (Sunday). We had a lie-in and then later went into town for a meal, followed by everyone’s favourite Sunday activity: a trip to the supermarket!
While we were waiting for the bus back from town, my gaze was attracted by this sunlit facade and I took a quick photo. The dark area at the top is the roof of the bus shelter caught in my hurry: the bus was coming!
This view seems to me typical of the architectural salade that characterizes any big city and especially London, where you have buildings of different dates and styles crammed together, each doing its own thing without reference to any of the others.
I am often fascinated by buildings, especially the upper floors. It is not so much the architecture that draws me (though it does sometimes, especially if the building includes towers or turrets – I’d love a house with a turret!) as the mystery of who lives there or, better still, what it would be like to live there myself.
As I sit on a bench or wait at a bus stop, it is always the upper floors that catch my attention, and the details one glimpses such as a light fitting here, a grubby curtain there or a shelf of books further along.
The truth, were I to know it, would no doubt be banal but in the meantime, the glimpsed unknown evokes enchanting daydreams!