Viewing other peoples lives
One of the most enjoyable things about London for me is people watching. I know I’m not alone in this. You can see a bus drive by and there’s a mother and her kid, the child is holding a bouncy ball. The lady behind them is holding a grocery bag and a bundle of flowers. Two people meet on the street and recognize one another and one is carrying a bag with a glittery decorative broom sticking out of it. Where’s she going? Is that for a play for her or one of her kids? Does she like brooms? Is she an event planner and it’s for someone’s party?
To someone who makes up stories for other people’s lives this city provides endless material.