While the light trips fantastic over the Thames, the Southbank simmers. New architecture faces old as two worlds rest beside the placid tide. There are bookshops under bridges, carousels and mimes, the ebb and flow and the low rumble of trains; here is a world of this and that. London’s cacophony of sound and sense winds down for just a moment, and awaits the bustle of night.
Amongst the hushed echos of the Christmas fair, in the crisp cool of winter, the sweet bells of an ancient carousel breathed quiet joy into the souls of all who chose to listen.