14 September 2016

Rickshaw, Covent Garden


Try as I might, I cannot remember seeing a rickshaw driver in India that looked like this. When I saw her I had to ask if I could take a picture and she just shrugged so I took a couple of frames before the lights changed. Not only beautiful but inspirational, she gave London an extra glow in the unseasonably warm September evening. To be honest though, London seemed a bit crazy with heat tonight - flesh and drink and skimpy and brash and tattooed and LOUD and a section of summer stolen and then reused on a Wednesday night in mid-September.

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