Everyone knows London’s loud side. The clattering Tubes, the blaring roads, the teeming streets, the parties, the pubs, the carnivals. But unlike New York, the city that never sleeps, London does have a quiet side — and it never looks so good as when it sleeps.
For my sins, my work means I’m an early riser. Getting up in the winter dark has (very obvious) drawbacks but it does mean you see the city at peace. Relatively speaking, of course. When I cycle across town to the office the streets are empty, save for a few hardy runners and sleepy drivers.
