Wednesday, 2 September 2009

Green spots

I feel bad uploading this image from the Phoenix Garden behind St Giles church in Covent Garden because it actually is a beautiful little place, a real oasis of calm behind the main bustle of Charing Cross road. Nevertheless I could not resist.

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