This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are
compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing
like a whiff of air.

Above: Claude Monet's Trouée de soleil dans le brouillard
Quotation: Y.B. Yeats
Below: William Blake, Vita Sackville-West, Agatha Christie, Casanova, Andrew Lloyd-Webber

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