My/Our London

On weekends London belongs to the tourists. It belongs to the people taking pictures of everything and crowding every train at all times.

But on Thursday morning, it belongs to the corporates going to work. It belongs to those of us who live in London. It belongs to those who lounge in the sun in St James Park. It belongs to people reading - physical books, ebooks, audiobooks - on the Jubilee line. It belongs to the construction worker eating a cereal bar near Hyde Park.

It belongs to me going to the Consulate of Romania in London at number 1 Belgrave Square to sort out a piece of paper. This is my

London. Sunny and beautiful. And calm. And peaceful. Home.