One night, Alice and I got hungry at 1 am and wanted to order pizza, but this being London, nothing was open. We ended up making our own cheese toast, sprinkled with factory basil. Somewhere into our conversation, we realized it was 5 am, and decided to walk to Tower Bridge. London’s soundtrack at that time of morning is a mixture of birdsong and the morning staff cleaning the roads. We went to a deli and shared and English breakfast, and when we came out, London had population again. It was a little bit like slipping in and out of consciousness. 

One night, Alice and I got hungry at 1 am and wanted to order pizza, but this being London, nothing was open. We ended up making our own cheese toast, sprinkled with factory basil. Somewhere into our conversation, we realized it was 5 am, and decided to walk to Tower Bridge. London’s soundtrack at that time of morning is a mixture of birdsong and the morning staff cleaning the roads. We went to a deli and shared and English breakfast, and when we came out, London had population again. It was a little bit like slipping in and out of consciousness.