How could one miss the opportunity of practicing one of the most touristy actions when in London? The action in question is riding the bus on the upper level. Upon entering the bus, my umbrella was quickly shut and was leaving a trail of water behind me as I walked up the stairs. It had been a cold, rainy day that left the street lights reflecting off the wet windows and being the only source of true light in the shadow of the gloom.
Stop. Go. Stop. Go.
This was the only sense of physical feeling I had while on this journey. The many stops had let me capture a glimpse of in-between buildings and small businesses ranging from coffee shops all the way to motorcycle stores. The diversity between the similar brick buildings layered side-by-side is what drew me into the concept of the city. While looking down to the pavement, I towered over the people layered in coats and umbrellas, rushing to cover themselves from the drizzling rain. At this point, I knew I was safe under the care of the red bus. Graffiti was prevalent on the buildings and lit up under the neon signs saying “Welcome”. The art on the brick buildings was something that neglected the elegance of the culture. It takes away a piece of London. However, as long as the red bus continues to run, London will stay the same.
Bus 243 to Wood Green is where the trip ended and where a new one began.
Postcards From London 