It had been so long that I'd started to view it with a small town state of mind, fearing the 'big smoke'. I'm so glad I've burst that illusion and London still hold magic for me and a definite sense of being home. We'll probably never move back but we will be day trippers a lot more and my children will grow up feeling familiar and at ease on its cobbled streets and dirty underground!
Spending tim falling into Turner's skies at the Tate... and being weirded out by a strange installation which featured the reincarnated voice of Cleopatra 'singing' a love song in 9 different languages simultaneously!
Ayla's less than impressed opinion of the Thames.
All the while, Orion was off on a Harry Potter adventure...
and being whisked around the Christmasy sights of the city by black cab!
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