When you live in a city that crawls with taxis, is built on top of a worm farm of snaking tubes, and is littered with an elaborate fusion of buildings from all centuries, you can find yourself in a constant state of sensory overload.
But every now and then, something catches your eye, and you steal a moment of beauty in this otherwise crazy, hectic world.
Strolling back from a Shoreditch flat white, I walked past this colourful scene.
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