The gossip about London commuters packing in trains and tubes in the mornings and afternoons like sardines is absolutely, completely accurate. I myself have become one of these daily commuters that shoves themselves into an overground at 8:03 am and slowly shuffles from side to side every train stop until finally 40 minutes later I can breath properly again when I happily walk off at my station - Farringdon. Although, apparently everyone else gets off at Farringdon too. So, my sardine commute on the train then turns into a sardine commute through Greville St. Luckily enough, I have amazing views like these (above photo) on the way back home from work.
Dusk; this is the time I look forward to the most.
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