There is nowhere like Londinium. The heart of the world beating right there before the warmth of an open big red faggot-popping hot log fire.
It burns cosily in the giant old halls which lie behind those ancient walls in the ice cold snow and winds of winter.
The fog-struck old street-lights blazing their orange hue.
Big Ben chiming and viewing Parliament from the bridge as the Thames sways from side to side in the beautiful rythm of her icy waters.
A truly wonderful shot of a truly wonderful night in a truly wonderful city. It speaks so much. It is historic and enchanting.
Thanks for sharing the essence and power of Londinium in this picture. Merry Christmas.