Pictures of the riots and their aftermath were beamed all around the world.
It’s easy to imagine the place as a city under siege, or where the inhabitants are all at each others’ throats day and night, snarling and aggressive.
That’s not the London where I live, the London I know, the London I love.
Today, two young (black) families squealed in delight at the sight of Not Cat, who is the same colour as the cat belonging to one of them.
Gingers are the best, I said, and we all grinned.
The day after the riots in my area, I took this photo of the doorstep of a neighbour’s house.
They are still cleaning up the main road. Shops are still missing windows, but there are chirpy signs saying Business as Usual, and people are smiling and talking to each other.
This is London.
It’s good to be home.