Of all the cities we explored in Europe, London felt the most like a friend. A well-mannered city wrapped in tweed -- it contains more than its sophisticated skin. Artists, immigrants, brick dipped in graffiti, and creepy trinkets at flea markets from who knows when. We said hello, but spent most of our time venturing past the known and adored sites and into the heart of what really weaves London together. Some days we didn't do much, and just enjoyed the scattered rain and cool air while we worked in coffee shops. The tube -- London's underground train -- carried us around town and often entertained us with drunken tales of those leaving the bar after watching the Rugby World Cup. The camera slept most of this time, giving me a chance to be more present.
