'I think London’s sexy because it’s so full of eccentrics.'- Rachel Weisz
I personally give London a bad name. The dreary drizzle, the ashen skies, the ceaseless grim hustle. There has never been a more frenzied feeling in my life where I have desired to take up residence in a Pinterest worthy unclouded existence. And I will. Soon. For the meantime, I need to force my naturally pessimistic views to seek positivity amongst London's labyrinths. The intertwining of streets are ablaze with people- tourists who're fulfilling a wanderlust I can't relate to, a gaggle of friends escaping the outer suburbs of the bustling town to discuss their nuisances, workers to and from work, frustratingly pushing people out of their way so they can get home and put up their feet.