London is beautiful ... always busy with its air, its gray skies, its trajectory confused.
It's great when you know it already, let Thee to walk the roads that would never, make curves in your path, always push yourself a little 'beyond where you think there is nothing and yet you always find something you open other doors, other stops , other stations, other passages.
London is beautiful with its smells, its lights and with the sense that it crosses each face has a story to tell.
And when you come home for sure that the soul weighs a few grams more.
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