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The view from above

The end of a long day. Emma and I are seeing the sights in the place I consider my constant home.

We'd intended to go to the theatre tonight, but instead ended up riding the London Eye. The last time I looked down over a city was from the Empire State Building in New York. There are no perfect tramlines of lights here, just London's chaotic constellations.

We boarded as dusk fell, and during our journey the dark silhouette of the Palace of Westminster was replaced by a deep orange glow as the floodlights warmed up. By the time we were down it was dark and patchwork of puddles on The Embankment were mirrors on the lights and sky above.

This was a fantastic way to end the day.