In London, if you step off the main streets into the side streets, I can almost guarantee you will find unexpected images. The same is true, of many cities and towns across the world. The city’s history is there, in areas that regeneration and re-development has yet to reach. You will even find it on the edges of Mayfair. Today’s image is not from there, but from Bloomsbury. I was hunting for some of the Books about Town benches that were a brilliant feature of London during the summer – I must post about them soon.
Turning a corner, in the front window of a deserted and partially boarded-up old Pub, I found this face. A face that stared out, empty-eyed, as if the life had gone out of her along with the Pub. I wondered what stories she could have told. What secrets she had been privy to. What history she had lived through and who she had met and loved. What sights, and fights, and happier times she had witnessed over many years. All gone.