People do nice things with window boxes.
There are fire-engine red double-decker buses with fuzzy plaid seats on which you can sit right above the driver with your nose pressed up against the windshield, watching the ever-present rain.
Or you can eat dinner in them. My bff from college, J, is studying at LSE and took me to Rootmaster on my first night in town. It's a fun vegan restaurant (or "bustaurant, as they call it) in an empty lot. The first floor has been converted into a kitchen and the top floor has a few tables. At night they play Hotel Costes compilations and light the tables with votives. Very sexy.
One of many "circuses". Picadilly? Oxford? I don't know...
The Tate Modern: One of many of the city's free museums.
Even the ugly things seem pretty:
Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep !
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
~William Wordsworth's Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
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