Walk right out

London is the greatest metropolis in the world — other cities may have more pace and more people, but none has been the undisputed heavyweight champion of urbanity for nigh on half a millennium quite like our own dear Smoke.

I have lived here most of my life — I was born in Charing Cross Hospital (now the cop shop opposite the station), grew up in North London and now live in Stockwell. This city has an anarchic, hallucinatory personality and I thrive on its energy and dynamism. Yet from time to time I have to let myself be exhaled by London. To do this, I walk right out.


See also Why I walk

Photo by Kris Van de Sande