It seemed people didn’t want to leave. I had been working and so unable to be in Trafalgar Square this afternoon, but I wondered if there might be some remnants of what had been going on, so I walked down from Green Park to have a gander. As I turned the corner towards the National Gallery I could see the flag still flying at half-mast, and a number of police in hi-viz jackets standing looking relaxed.
The screen caught my attention.
People talking quietly; some on their own looking thoughtful; some huddled together silently.
MORE IN COMMON
Today I pledge…
Walking across Trafalgar Square in March sunshine at lunchtime today, I admired, as I always do, the mermen and the dolphins in the fountains. I’m not too fussed by the latest occupant of the empty plinth. Maybe it’ll grow on me. As St Martin’s hoved into sharper focus I could see large puppet like figures in the portico. Something vaguely Mr Punch about them.
They were pretty big. Closer, I took a photo and looked for information.
A beautiful day in February in the most vibrant, most dynamic city in the world.
Not that I’m biased of course.
How wonderful to stroll in St James’ Park and then go to Trafalgar Square where people are standing holding cardboard signs and offering ‘free hugs’, spend a brief quarter hour in the National Gallery, walk over to the National Theatre and still be home in time for tea.