maybe one of the last sunny sundays of this year and i was by myself without anything to do. so i decided to get lost, walking through southeast london, and ended passing a considerable long time mesmerized for the tower bridge's screws (actually i don't know exactly how to call these studs on the steel, is it screws?), thinking how lovely is the color harmony of the bridge and trying to catch what i was seeing with my phone's pixlromatic. it is such a stupid thing staying at home in this city.
more of what i've seen today from shoreditch high street to bermondsey
i can't stop listening ella since i woke up this morning, i always thought it is such a sunday thing to listen