London. The place of departures and returns.
Of tubes and domes.
Of skyscrapers and two storey terraces.
And not much else.
Where adventures might begin and end,
But seldom happen.
I’m back in London. 
A place of warm beds and good breakfasts:
A place of the mundane and normal 
When you yearn for the exotic.
A place of safety when you somehow yearn for danger.