Oh, London, where the clouds never go away
I keep my coat on from September till May
When the tulips will bloom in the most unusual way.
Oh, London, I love you, but the clouds never go away.
London
Oh London. I've heard so much about you from books, songs, people.. Never would have put you down as bright, almost cheery..
But that was how I found it when I first arrived on Saturday. After a gloomy morning with drizzles, the weather cleared up after I checked in. Sun was out from behind the clouds. People milling about with their shades on. I decided to talk a short walk down to Tower Bridge.