London.
It feels good to back at this familiar place. I've always loved London. Back from a time when young Mad could only dream of going, and yet here she was. Again. The usual meeting for lobsters is almost never missed amongst us. This would be my second time now, although I made a mental note to give it a miss the next time. Twice is good enough for a long time now I thought.
And I spent the rest of the day in Primark and walking aimlessly because musical tickets were mostly out, sadly. I hadn't planned on anything else except a musical, saving the harry potter's exhibition for next time. And so I walked on, reaching Trafalgar Square which was bustling with people and street acts as it was bathed in the orange glow from the setting sun. I stood there and I made a twirl so I could see three hundred and sixty degrees of this beautiful square. People walking, people stopping by for an act and moving on to the next act, people taking pictures, people taking pictures of people. So many things going on and there I stood taking everything in. It felt nice, I didn't feel lonely. If anything, London's a lovely place to be alone.