On Easter Sunday, I took a Tube to Lancaster Gate, for a brisk walk under the seasonally delightful blue skies of Hyde Park. West London rarely appears more fit to burst with aspirational opportunity than during these first flushes of spring. Yoga exhibitionists on pointed physical display. Unthinkable breeds of statement, trophy dogs. Skims leisurewear and 600 quid over-ear Apple headphones.
Hyde Park on Easter Sunday, 2023, was London presenting itself exactly as it wants to be seen. Rich, fit, powerful, leisurely flirtatious.
